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Val and I freeze as a woman’s voice sounds out, accompanied by a pained, muffled groan.
Darian.
A deadly calm washes over me as I adjust the blade in my right hand, the metal is cold and reassuring against my palm. We stand at the threshold, our eyes locked on the door and I embrace the stillness within me.
The urge to get to Darian grips me as I hear his muffled groans again, and I can’t wait any longer as I push open the doors.
My heart sinks at the sight before me.
Darian hangs suspended from a chain, his head bowed. Blood, bruises, deep cuts and blisters cover his skin from beneath his tattered clothes and I can’t even begin to imagine the torture he’s been through.
Dolly stands before us with some kind of device clutched in her hands. Her blonde hair is unkempt and disheveled. Her cold, blue eyes are bright with disdain as she sneers at him with a level of malice I’d reserve for only my worst enemies.
Grasping a device from the table she walks closer to him, oblivious of our presence until I take a step toward them.
The movement catches Dolly’s attention as she twists. Her gaze flicks where we stand in the doorway, and the device clatters to the ground.
I take another step toward Dolly, her rage mirroring my own as she shouts, “How the fuck did you two get in here?”
With a snap of my wrist, her eyes dart to my hand a split second before my dagger is airborne. She narrowly avoids it with shock painted on her features, but not without paying a price.
Gotcha, bitch.
The blade grazes her shoulder, leaving behind a crimson trail down her unmarred skin. The sight of her blood stirs something within me.
If she can bleed. She can die.
And if there’s anyone in this world that I want to kill without a shadow of a doubt, it’s Dolly.
I surge my body forward before she can fully comprehend it, and we collide with a resounding thud, crashing onto the unforgiving floor. The impact sends waves of pain through my being, but I refuse to yield, my grip on her tightening as we grapple for purchase on one another.
Her eyes widen in shock as I expertly maneuver myself, -thanks to years of training- and within the blink of an eye I’m straddling her chest.
The world around me fades to a haze of red as I unleash rage upon her, my knuckles slamming countless blows into her face.
If there’s pain in my hands or arms, I don’t feel it.
My relentless assault becomes a frenzy, and I lose count of how many times I’ve laid into her. It’s not until a firm grip suddenly encircles my wrist, that my assault stops in its tracks.
Caspian.
“No!” I shout, struggling against his grip, “I’ll fucking kill her!”
My chest heaves and my awareness gradually sharpens but the crimson hue in my vision refuses to fade, and I realize that’s because it’s Dolly’s blood splattered across the surroundings.
“Leave her to me, little one,” Caspian’s voice quietly cuts through the chaotic air and calms the storm raging within me enough that I stop fighting him.
“Caspian, let me fucking kill her.” I snarl.
His touch is surprisingly gentle as he wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me away from Dolly’s broken form and turning me to face him.
“You might want that blood on your hands now, Lara. But trust me when I tell you that death would be a gift for her in comparison to what I have in store.”
I can hardly hear him as my teeth grind together, fixated on her groaning form on the floor as Caspian grips my face, pulling my gaze to his.
He presses his forehead to mine, and my heart stutters, as if catching up real time.
“I may be the villain, little one. But in this, allow me to be the monster for both of us.” he pulls back to search my face and I concede.
