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She opened her mouth to tell me more, but I had everything I needed.
I stalked away from her.
I vanished into the captain’s cabin, and ripped open the cabinet holding diving knives and a speargun. Grabbing the biggest blade and the harpoon, I marched to the side of the boat.
Leaping over the railing, I bolted up the pier and didn’t look back.
Chapter Forty-One
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Aslan
*
(Moon in Galician: Lúa)
HE STOOD PISSING ON SOME WEEDS AROUND the side of the house.
The party was even more chaotic. The music louder. The guests drunker. No one noticed me stalking through their midst with the diving knife hidden in the waistband of my jeans. I didn’t bring the speargun. I didn’t trust myself not to shoot him in the fucking face the moment I found him.
The entire drive here, my heart had resembled an earthquake, rumbling with revenge, cracking with fury, creating craters and crevices where evil things sprang from.
Every part of me burned with rage I couldn’t control.
He would die tonight.
Of that, I had no doubt...but I wanted to make him scream first.
I wanted him to feel a tenth of the pain he’d caused Neri.
I’d spoon out his eyes for daring to look at her. I’d break off his fingers for daring to touch her. I’d rip out his tongue for daring to taste her. I’d flay his cock into ribbons and feed it to him for fucking daring to be inside her.
Only once he was begging and pissing through a bleeding hole in his body would I put him out of his misery.
A black thought wriggled through my brain.
For all my upbringing as the son of a professor and all my attempts at being good, it turned out I couldn’t run from who I truly was. Who I’d been hiding from since I was born. Who my very parents had tried to protect me from.
Pulling the knife from my waistband, I kept my breathing shallow and quiet as I prowled toward the shaggy blond-haired guy wearing a grey shirt with a tribal emblem on the pocket. I’d followed him from the kitchen where he’d joked with a dark-skinned guy and Zara.
I’d buckled beneath fury, waiting to hear his name. Needing to know I’d found the right bastard.
Zara laughed at something he said.
He’d whispered in her ear.
And then she’d said his name. “Oh, Ethan. You’re freaking hilarious.”
My insides turned to ice. My blood to frost. My rage to a funnelling blizzard.
I’d almost thrown myself across the room to strangle Neri’s so-called best friend. Had she heard Neri screaming? Did she know that she was laughing with a motherfucking rapist?
My anger spiralled out of control again.
I inhaled hard, bringing my attention back to the guy holding his dick as he watered the garden beds. The same dick that’d been inside Neri. The same dick that’d raped—
FUCK!
