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“William!”
“Did you fucking touch her?”
“No!” The man’s words are muffled and distorted since his face is pressed against the wall.
“Did you?”
“No, I said. Little bitch thinks she’s too good to suck my cock.”
“She doesn’t think she’s too good, asshole. She knows she is. She’s too good to piss on your burning corpse.”
“William!” Finally, Jessie’s high pitched cries break through the icy rage that frosts my skin, numbing me to anything but this asshole’s pain.
“William, don’t.”
I stop and draw in a long breath through my nostrils. My princess tells me to stop and I listen. Everything in me still screams to begin his true suffering.
“You can’t.”
“Oh, I can. It will be my pleasure,” I assure her.
The man whimpers.
Her touch feathers over my back between my wings. “No. You can’t. Because I don’t know what the authorities will do to you if you do. And I need you.”
The words choke the air from my lungs. It’s me who needs her. Desperately. But if there’s even a chance Jessie feels the way I feel, then I’m not doing anything to jeopardize it.
“You do?” I drop the intruder, who collapses to his knees. Turning to face Jessie, I reach for her but hesitate.
She doesn’t. She flings herself against my chest as if I haven’t been about to tear a man apart with my bare hands like some twisted golem, operating on automatic. “You’re here.”
I place a shaking hand atop her head. “I’m here.”
“Just when I needed you.”
“Too late!” I curse myself for the delay. For not being here earlier.
Jessie shakes her head against my body. “No. You’re here.”
A crunch of broken glass from the living room alerts me just in time.
I curse. “Fucker.” Releasing Jessie quickly, I storm after her attacker and grab him by the back of his jacket just as he is sneaking out.
“If you want to call police, Jessie, then do it now while I still have some measure of control. If this asshole so much as looks at you the wrong way again, I can’t guarantee he’ll survive until they get here.”
Jessie fumbles for her phone in her handbag and I throw the man down onto the floor, standing over him. Folding my arms across my chest keeps me from wrapping my hands around his throat.
I don’t even really listen to her phone call. Instead, all my focus is on reminding myself Jessie doesn’t want me to kill him. She told me not to kill him.
It’s shameful, but I still spend the next few minutes imagining all the ways I’d like to.
I try not to imagine the things he might have done to Jessie if I had been only a moment later. If I had stayed and accepted the offer from the pawn shop owner. If I had listened to Sethos a minute longer.
Thank heavens, I didn’t.
Finally, I look around me at Jessie. She’s thrown on an old shirt and is sweeping broken glass from what remains of Maurice’s living room and I realize I might have managed not to kill her attacker, but I’ve still made a hash of just about everything else.
