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A body slumped against the wall. Fear punched through me. But it was too small to be Colt. Familiar black strands of hair glistened with blood. “The light.” I croaked, unable to tear my gaze away as I rounded the bed. “Someone get the damn light.”
Click.
The room was filled with illumination, one that spilled over the…mess in front of us.
I stared…unable to tear my gaze away from the face that should’ve been familiar.
But not like this.
Carven was stopped in front of her. If I hadn't known better, I’d never know it was her…Ophelia.
One eye was fixed open. The dark pupil was blown. The whites were filled with blood. But it was the caved-in side of her head that held me transfixed. One where her brain should be. But it wasn’t, was it? Because it was everywhere. Gray matter glistened on the midnight-colored hair, clumped with blood. Her head was crooked unnaturally to one side. Broken bones of one arm pierced through the skin. Shards of white smeared with crimson.
Vivienne turned away and retched.
This wasn’t just a murder.
This was rage.
“He’s not here, London.” Carven turned to me. Those blue eyes were not the man in that second…they were the boy. One I’d saved before. One who needed me to save him again. “My brother isn’t here.”
Footsteps faded as Vivienne stumbled from the room. The soft thud of her hand slammed against the wall before she staggered down the stairs.
“We have to find him.” The small shake of Carven’s head broke my fucking heart. “We have to get him—”
“NO!” A shrill scream cut him off. One filled with torment. “NOOO!”
I jerked my head toward the sound and lunged. Carven charged behind me as I stumbled out of the bedroom and down the stairs, heading toward Vivienne as she stood outside the kitchen with her back to me.
I scanned the kitchen counter, searching for a body.
But there was none…
“What is it?” I roared.
She shook her head and turned away…
That’s when I saw it.
Small.
Thick, pink, and severed.
I stumbled forward.
“That motherfucker….” Carven started. “THAT GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER!”
My mind refused to accept what I was seeing. Still, I knew as I moved forward and reached out to grasp the cold, cleaved-off thumb of my son.
I closed my eyes as the room swayed.
Hale had what belonged to me.
Only this time, it wasn’t Vivienne…
It was Colt.
“I’ll fucking kill him,” I whispered. My voice was nothing more than a croak of air before I roared. “I’LL FUCKING KILL THEM ALL!”
