“Elena, I swear on my fucking life I will hunt him to the ends of the earth. I will find him and I will make him suffer until even the devil himself fears me.” “He could come back.” “No, baby,” Christian coos. “I promise, you’re safe now. Neil is dead, and Valenti will be soon.” I blink at him, something dark and unsettling swirling in my gut. “Did…did he suffer?” Christian’s jaw tightens and I just know even thinking about it makes him feel unhinged and feral. He nods. “Yes. I made him suffer. Then I lit his corpse on fire so he wouldn’t know peace, even in death.” “Good,” I whisper, and
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