Chapter 22
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She's getting married.
Strike.
She’s accepting another man.
Strike.
Binding her life to someone else. Not me.
Strike.
Just like Elena did.
Strike.
"Please—" My victim's whisper cuts through the air, but it's not her voice I hear.
Only she deserves my mercy. Only she deserves the best version of me.
The whip slips from my fingers. When I try to straighten, the spot where that bastard got me pulses, sending fire up my spine.
Lucky for me he missed the vertebrae. Images of his blood painting every surface flood my mind, and I feel control settling back into my bones.
"Let me go, you psychopath!" My victim screams from where she hangs suspended.
"I prefer sociopath."
I want to tell her she won't take another breath in the next few minutes. Just to watch fear bloom in her eyes. Just to hear her sob. They look so pretty when they sob.
She doesn't matter to my plan, she's just a vessel for all the rage burning inside me.
I grab the drill from the table and her eyes go wide. What a beautiful work of art she is right now, scared and helpless.
As my coat soaks through with her blood, as her screams fade to whimpers, as death's angel materializes behind her, I realize I haven't grabbed Roxy's attention the right way. Yuri was a mistake. Not close enough. Not important enough.
When the perfect solution hits me, my smile spreads and laughter spills out. The drill drops from my hand, splashing into the pool of crimson beneath the blonde.
Even her hair color is wrong.
Laptop in hand, I start typing the name that will make Roxy run straight to me.