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A touch that could kill.
A touch that had killed.
Memories of him cutting off Ethan’s fingers filled my head. The way his eyes had shot black as he’d lined up the knife against Ethan’s cock. The absolute ruthlessness that overcame him as he went to slice.
I’d intervened.
Not because I wanted to save Ethan but because I’d wanted to save Aslan.
I didn’t know what that would do to him.
I didn’t know if he’d be able to come back from the black pit of violence that’d sucked him so deeply, so quickly, it both thrilled and terrified.
Aslan would do whatever it took to protect me. I’d witnessed it myself. I felt his depravity stalking beneath his devotion. I lived with a man who treated me so softly, so sweetly, but beneath his care existed absolute savagery. The undertones of his love had always been sharp, ready to snap if I was threatened.
And now, he’d snapped.
I wouldn’t be able to intervene this time.
Four guys and him.
The one he’d punched and sent into the gutter joined the fray, kicking Aslan’s legs, trying to get him to go down while the other three rained fists all over his head and shoulders.
I stumbled out of the way as the snarling mountain of testosterone crashed against the side of the building. At least the guy who’d pushed me down had forgotten all about me as he chose to help his mates attack the love of my life.
My fingers clutched at my naked neck, my heart racing with loss. My necklace was in the gutter somewhere, but no way would I go and retrieve it. Not while Aslan was being pummelled.
This is my fault.
Why the hell did I talk back?
“Stop it!” I yelled. “Get the fuck off him!”
I kicked the closest guy as Aslan shoved him away. My toes hurt from my stupid glittery sandals. The guy didn’t even notice I’d kicked him.
I punched one of the younger guys.
He snarled and backhanded me.
I went flying.
I landed on my ass.
My hands shot behind me to catch my fall, my wrists screaming, palms bleeding.
Leaping back to my feet, I circled them, trying to find a vulnerability to stop this.
“Get off him!” I yelled.
Nothing.
No one stopped or cared.
I was utterly fucking useless, and I hated it.
I hated that this was my fault.
I hated that I’d let them bait me.
