“No more running, baby. I want him to come looking for you just so I can have the privilege of ending his life for touching what’s mine.” My stomach clenches, and as much as I’d like to say it’s the effect of the alcohol, I know better. “I wasn’t yours then. You didn’t even know me.” The pad of his thumb brushes across my cheek, but it’s far from loving. It feels like the placating touch of a killer right before he ends your life. “You were always destined to be mine,”
