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I do so love it when they scream. It’s the terror in their eyes that really feeds me—knowing that these men who have done horrible things finally know a smidge of what their victims have felt.
I’ve remained what you might call a romantic at … well, I don’t have a heart so I’m not sure where exactly. But it’s there. Somewhere.
“I think...” His humerus bone snaps under my shoe. “...that I don’t want a filthy creature like you...” His fingers crunch with ease in my hand. “...touching what belongs to me.”
Celine might not know she’s mine, but she will soon enough, and I don’t need human trash like this guy thinking they have a chance with a creature as ethereal as she is.
It makes me twitchy not having her nearby. Like I’ve lost something vital, and I’ll be the one bleeding out on the ground without it.
Once I see her, I’ll be able to breathe again. Hypothetically, speaking of course. I don’t actually need oxygen to survive.
“Such a good girl,” he croons,
