Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Then I squeeze.
And then I squeeze even harder.
He struggles to breathe, lungs wheezing, as his hands claw at mine. But I won’t let go, even when he attempts to slam the back of his head into my face. I simply tighten my grip. Until his movements start to slow and weaken. I know the second the fight is gone from him, when his hands fall away from mine, and his body sags in my hold. I let go of him and step back as he falls to the ground.
Standing over him, I pull out my pocket knife, kneel beside him, then stab the blade straight into his jugular. We aren’t here to give mercy. There is no mercy left to give for pieces of shit like him. We’re here to take life.
Some believe it’s not our place to decide who lives and who dies; that it’s in the hands of God. But I believe that God isn’t doing a good enough job.
TWENTY-NINE
CRESSIDA
When an intruder breaks into your house, you don’t expect them to swear as they stumble around in the dark.
I bolt upright in my bed at the sound, but when the voice registers, I know exactly who it is. I should have expected he would come—even though I told him that we’re done—but how did he get in? Then the sleepiness lifts from my mind, and I remember he stole my house key.
Grabbing the vase on my nightstand, I quietly get out of bed and pad into the hallway. I obviously know the layout of my house better than he does, so the darkness doesn’t affect me as much as it does him.
I hear his footsteps getting closer. When I think he’s close enough, I throw the vase, and smile when I listen to it crack against his head and then shatter on the floor.
Fuck, I loved that vase.
“Jesus Christ! What the fuck?” he bellows, and I switch on the light, only to find Soren standing there with his hand over his bleeding mouth.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare at him. “What did you think would happen when you broke into my house in the middle of the night?” I scoff, throwing my hands up in the air as I raise my brows at him. He’s wearing the same clothes from earlier, but he no longer has the jacket on.
He wipes his lip with the back of his hand, then swipes it with his tongue. His eyes, currently a stormy dark gray, narrow at me. And I remember I went to bed in just a baggy T-shirt, with no underwear or bra. I wasn’t expecting an intruder tonight, and since no one else is here, I wanted to be super comfortable. Little did I know that I’d be in this situation. However, I should have known, seeing as he took my damn key.
“Well, I was hoping to wake you up with my mouth between your legs.” He licks his lips again. “I must say, I prefer the taste of you over my own blood.” He smirks.
Groaning, I look down at the mess on the floor, which I’ll now have to clean up. “That was my favorite vase,” I grumble. “Do you have any idea how expensive that was?”
“You mean the vase you threw at my head?”
“Yes, that one. I loved it.”
“Yeah, well, it didn’t love me.”
“No, which makes me love it even more,” I say, grinning.
He moves to come closer, and I hold up a hand to stop him. “Um, no. What are you doing? Do I need to call the police?”
“I know the police.”
“I’m sure you do.” I roll my eyes. “You can leave now, unless you want the next item thrown at your head to be sharper.”
“I told you our conversation wasn’t over,” he growls.
I move past him and into the kitchen, and he stalks after me.
“I don’t agree with you ending whatever is between us.” He reaches for me, and at the same time, I grab a fork from the counter. He eyes it for a moment, then his gaze meets mine. “Do you plan to stab me with that?”
“Yes, I do. If you don’t leave.” I hit him with a bright smile.
He pauses, raising a skeptical brow at my fork, then steps toward me. His hand slides along the countertop as he comes closer. Once he’s within arm’s reach, I don’t think twice before quickly bringing my hand down, stabbing the fork into his hand. Soren has fast reflexes, but I think the issue here is that he thought I wouldn’t actually do it.
He assumed I was bullshitting.
I was not.
He woke me up in the dead of the night.
Broke into my house.
Caused me to break my beautiful vase.
Then didn’t leave when I told him to.
So, to be fair, he has brought this all upon himself.