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Finding a set of keys, I stand quickly, ensuring not to slip in his blood which has stained my sneakers a bright red. Stepping over his body, I walk toward Saint, who shakes his head sadly. “You will always remember your first kill. I’m sorry.”
I don’t understand what he’s apologizing for, but a small voice inside me whispers that what I’ve done will haunt me for the rest of my life. I tell that voice to shut the fuck up.
My fingers tremble as I try to unlock his cuffs, but I take a deep breath, telling myself to focus. Just as it clicks open, I celebrate prematurely because Saint’s screams for me to run hint that nothing will ever be the same again.
I don’t know what’s happening until I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. The keys go flying across the room. I tug violently, trying to break free, but someone has their fingers wrapped in my hair. “You fucking bitch! What have you done?”
My head is jarred back roughly, and I desperately try to fight whoever has me by the hair. But when they pull hard enough for tears to leak from my eyes, I realize shit is about to get real.
Saint is still tied by the ankles, but he flails his body wildly, screaming at my assailant to let me go, but my attacker has other ideas. He roars, smashing my face into the wall. I instantly taste blood, but I allow the metallic burn to spur me forward.
I kick backward, connecting with the assailant’s shin. He howls and loosens his hold on my hair. On instinct, I turn, and remembering Saint’s training, I put everything behind me and punch this bastard straight in the nose.
It squishes like an orange under the impact.
He drops to his knees, cupping his bloody nose, while I slip and slide in the coagulated blood of the man I killed to dive for the scalpel. I’m about to send another fiend to where he belongs when a voice reminds me that I’m merely a sightseer in this foreign land.
“I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
With heart in my throat and the blood whooshing through my veins, I spin around and lock eyes with the biggest demon of them all.
Oscar stands just out of reach of Saint with his hands in his pockets. Without thought, a war cry leaves me as I charge forward, scalpel raised, only to be stopped in my tracks when he pulls a gun and trains it on me.
“Drop it.” He gestures to the weapon in my hand.
A feral snarl tears from my throat, and I look at Saint who pleads that I stay put and do what he says.
I do.
Tonguing my cheek, I wipe the blood from the gaping wound to my head with the back of my hand, awaiting Oscar’s next move.
“You killed one of my men,” he says, pointing the gun at the prone man.
When a howl splits the air, he adds, “And you injured another.”
Spitting out blood, I shrug untroubled. “An eye for an eye. Isn’t that what you said?” I ask, using his words back on him.
Oscar doesn’t appreciate my candor. “I should shoot you for what you’ve done.”
“Go on then,” I challenge, stepping forward. “I’m sick of your empty threats.”
“No!” Saint screams, trying to swing out at Oscar, but he’s too far away.
A reptilian smirk spreads across Oscar’s lips, a sight which has me recoiling. “I could, but where’s the fun in that? We’re going to play a little game.”
Refusing to show my fear, I stand tall, measuring my breathing.
“Are you still a virgin, sweet Willow?”
Not the question I was expecting, but I fold my arms, unimpressed. “That’s none of your business, you perverted creep.”
“Ah, on the contrary,” he replies, walking toward me and pocketing his gun. Saint squirms against his restraints, but he’s not going anywhere. “Thanks to all this commotion, I was interrupted from engaging in a wonderful threesome. But I now see it was all a ruse. How else did you get down here?”
My heart begins to thrash against my rib cage because I don’t want to involve Ingrid and Dominic. But I have, which has me realizing the epic clusterfuck I’ve created. If only I had waited, as Pavel told me to, none of this would have happened.
Ingrid and Dominic wouldn’t be in danger, and I wouldn’t have…killed a man.
My stomach roils. I think I’m going to be sick.
