For a second, I imagine prying his fingers off of her, pulling his talons from her skin, and setting her free, but then the image changes. Suddenly it’s not good enough to just remove his fingers from her, I need to break those fingers. Hear his bones cracking and the wet squelching of his flesh as blood pours from his wounds. I don’t just want to set Mallory free, I want to destroy Trent, to wipe his very existence from this earth.
