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I'm not squeamish, there’d be no way for me to do what I do if the sight of blood bothered me. No, it’s the unnecessary violence that gets to me.
I make quick work of the rest of the request, tuning out the blubbering wails coming from my target.
Almost done.
I used to get at least a little enjoyment out of this, but something has changed in the last couple months.
Or someone.
A heart-shaped face framed by auburn hair pops into my mind and I push the image away.
No. Absolutely not.
My teeth grind as I slice the blade across his neck, silencing his onslaught of noise. Making quick work of staging the body, I snap a photo and send it off before cleaning up the scene.
The entire time I spend detaching limbs, rolling up body parts, stripping the bed, and scrubbing the room, my mind keeps drifting back to one thing. One person.
When I go to leave, I’ve already made up my mind before I realize it.
I can’t stay away. Iwon’tstay away. Avamarie is mine now and it’s time I admitted it. To myself and to her.
Chapter 13
Avamarie
I’m dying. And I should know.
I curse as another agonizing cramp assaults my uterus.
They warned me there would be cramping but this is nothing like what I expected. It feels like someone is beating me fromthe inside out. Another stabbing jolt shoots through my pelvis making me double over on the bed.
Fuck, if this is how painful it is at seven weeks I can’t imagine the pain when there’s a nine month old shoving their way out of your vagina.
Wincing at the thought, I make a mental vow to get an IUD the second I can. And possibly my tubes tied because fuck I amnevergoing through this again.
A knock sounds at my door and I groan. “Go away!” I yell, not caring who’s on the other side.
The knocking stops and I let out a breath of relief. I cannot handle company at the present. In fact, if I could just check out as well that would be fantastic. I don’t get a chance to appreciate the thought as I hear the apartment door creak open. My eyes flash toward the door to my bedroom.
I locked that door. I know I locked it.
Soft footsteps pad on the floor and I curl up into myself, heart thundering. My eyes fly wildly around, looking for a weapon or an escape route. Another sharp pang stabs into me and I let out an involuntary whimper, slapping my hand over my mouth.
The steps stop.
I hold my breath, willing whoever it is to just go away. I just barely survived the last intruder.
Please don’t do this to me.
I silently beg, clutching the blanket to my chest. The sound of footfalls starts again, heading directly toward me. I watch in terror as the doorknob turns and my door slowly pushes into the room.
The scream in my throat catches as my eyes land on the man in front of me. Salt and pepper beard, hard jaw, muscular body bulging underneath his clothes.
Killian.
My brain snaps back and I’m suddenly hyper aware of the blood flowing from my uterus as I actively dispel his unwanted addition to my body. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I hiss between clenched teeth.
My heart beats wildly in my chest as I lose myself to the rage burning inside. Fury that he did this to me, thathe’sthe reason I’m currently in agony. Maybe goading the man who strangled me last time we were in the same room isn’t the best idea butfuck him.
