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“What you do have control over is how painful you want your last moments on this planet to be.” Prue’s whisper is venomous, enchanting, fucking magnificent, getting my cock hard.
“It’s not self-defense when he broke my shoulder.” Her vile father tries saving his own ass, except he doesn’t sound as vehement as he had earlier. “He’ll go to jail for murder.”
My gaze darts around Prue’s living room. Nothing here is big enough to cause the damage I’d done if we dropped it on him.
Her granite countertop, on the other hand…A man his weight might take a serious, heavy fall if he trips on it. The crash could be a harsh one. Logically, it could cause a fracture.
Yeah, sounds good to me.
“Don’t let your itsy-bitsy brain fret about the consequences.” I send Prue a reassuring gaze. “Tell us where Prue’s mom lives, or trust me, as a physician, I have an armory of methods to chop you up while keeping you alive. It’ll be worth the effort to go on an impromptu camping trip and cremate your body.”
Prue jabs the edge of the knife harder into him, driving my point home.
Such a good girl.
“Fine, fine, I’ll tell you, you fucking psychos.” He cringes at the sting.
Then rattles the address his dick of a private eye friend brought him.
I memorize it, repeating it twice so Prue knows I have it ingrained in my brain.
“Goodbye, Dad.”
She grabs the knife with both hands, raising them high. Her knowledge of human anatomy shows in the movement. We need the blow to look like he was running toward her or attacking her.
“I’d say it was nice meeting you. But I’m not a liar.” She presses her lips. “I’m notyou.”
A piercing scream follows.
Prue’s scream.
“Help us! Oh, God, help us, please! He’s going to kill me!”
She hits him twice, two fatal blows with this butcher’s knife that slice through flesh. One to puncture the heart. The other goes straight to the lungs.
She gives me her gorgeous, ravenous eyes, breathing hard.
“I did it, Theo.”
“Yeah, baby, you did.” I grab her chin, and my kiss is as aggressive as the raging emotions roaring inside me. “My feral woman, you did. And I’m so fucking proud of you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Theo
BeforeZekebleedsouton Prue’s floor, we drag him next to the counter.
I send her to her bedroom to throw on a T-shirt and yoga leggings and to call the police when people start pounding on our door five minutes later, when Zeke already choked on his own blood and can no longer call for help.
The LAPD detectives buy into the half-truths we feed them.
Zeke did break into the apartment. He did threaten Prue’s life. He came at her with a bat, but—and that’s where we give them our version of events—luckily Prue was quicker than I was, grabbed a knife, and stabbed him before he fell on the counter and broke his shoulder consequently. Before dying.
Everything we say matches the scene displayed in Prue’s apartment. They leave to canvas the nearby apartments that corroborate our version of events, what they heard of it through the walls, anyway.
While they’re busy conducting their interviews, I guide Prue up to my apartment. I go back and forth between the two floors, leaving Prue under Michelle’s supervision. Prue’s boss canceled a consultation to drive down here and hug and comfort Prue after my woman called to explain why she wouldn’t make it to work today.
Given what we went through this morning, I don’t trust anyone around my delicate creature, as feral as she proved herself to be. Besides Michelle.
