And again.
He kept stabbing her, out of control, and so filled with rage over her pathetic apology to him. How dare she give him‘I’m sorry’when she’d stolenEVERYTHING.
He wailed as he pierced her flesh, and when he was done, he stared down at her dead, destroyed body.
Oh, and she deserved it.
“Don’t you dare apologize for what you did, you filthy whore!” he stated. “You can never take back what happened, and how you’ve ruined my life!”
For him, that was the truth.
“It’ll be okay,” he whispered, over and over again. “We’ll be okay,” he added.
As he backed up, bumping into the wall, he fought to regain control.
It was getting harder and harder to pull that off. That rage hadthemby the balls.
It was then he slid to the floor and began sobbing.
Uncontrollably.
As he stared at his bloody hands, the tears flooded from him, dripping down his blood-splattered face. It made sick rivulets down his flesh.
In that moment, reality returned.
Clarity came back.
It was only always short-lived.
Unfortunately.
“What have I done?” he whispered, looking over at the dead woman on the table, and the two sitting against the wall, their bodies void of skin, and their remains watching him from that corner.
There was no answer.
Not at first.
But then, he heard the voice come back to watch over him, and it reassured him.
“You’ve done what you needed to do. Now, you finish what was started all of those years ago. Then, we can both have peace. We can both have silence.”
And he had no choice.
Because it had already begun.
Their lives were going to be over.
Chapter One
Damascus
Two Days Later
Post Ethan’s Return
Well, this was one hell of a predicament to be in, and Callen Whitefox knew it. He always wanted his brother to come home so that they could spend time together and heal their rift, but this was not how he saw all of this going down.
Frankly, it freaked him out in ways he’d never seen coming. Oh, and he wasn’t the only one worried.
