bChapter /bb387 /b

    KESTER.

    My hands were balled at my sides, nails digging half–moons into my palms as I stared him dead in the eyes.

    My jaw throbbed, my ribs ached, and I could feel the warm trickle of blood soaking my thigh again.

    But none of itpared to the fire still burning in my chest.

    bSaint /bstood a few feet away, surrounded by two guards who clearly knew better than to try to restrain him either. His hands were still at his sides, rolled into tight fists, with blood dripping from his knuckles.

    Non was breathing hard beside me, somewhere between worn out and fucking livid.

    Saint stood very still. He didn’t look at anyone else. He just looked at me with those icy, grey eyes like he was studying a goddamn insect.

    A nurse was trying to speak to him, but he didn’t acknowledge her. His attention never left me.

    He rolled his shoulders, let out a loud exhale through his nose, and let his fists unclench with painful control.

    Then he walked forward.

    He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell the blood on his lip. Then he spoke in a calmness that made the rage in my chest itch beven /bharder.

    ‘You think because I don’t wear my emotions on my fucking face like some teenage brat, that I don’t feelb?/bb” /b

    “Let me make something clearb, /bHamilton. I feel everything. I feel it just fine. I feel it more than you know. I just don’t perform it for an audienceb./b”

    I narrowed my eyes on him as he tilted his head slightly.

    ‘I feel what went wrong tonight,” he continued, “I feel the loss. The mistakes. The fucking disaster that unfolded under my watch. And if you think I’d sleep easy knowing that, then you’re more of a child than I gave you credit for.“/

    He took one small step closer, and my fingers twitched like they still wanted to reach for his throat.

    “But don’t forget who found her,” he said, letting his voice drop even lower. ‘Don’t forget who pulled her out of that nightmare. If we hadn’t gotten there when we did, your mate would be halfway to Asia by now. And you wouldn’t have found her. Not even in the next lifetime.”

    That fucking hit hard.

    It didn’t show on my face, but my mind stopped bjust /benough to feel it. My throat went dry.

    There was silence. And it sat long enough for the white–hot tension to tighten again.

    Then he said, almost too casually, “Nagel. Kex. And the two guards who were in thatst video – the one where she was nearly raped? They’re at your bunker now. You had a specific kind of rage written all over you when you watched that video. Thought I’d give you the chance to… respond personally to those extra audience who were at the scene.b” /b

    My spine straightened.

    “What?” I muttered, drawing my eyebrows. “How bthe /bfuck do you

    know where my

    bunker bis/bb?/bb” /b

    bHe /blet out a cold, arrogant smirk that said he didn’t owe me that exnation.

    b“/bCheck your email,” he went bon/b, backing up one step: “I sent you something valuable. Something that’ll make whatever torture byou /bbhave /bbnned/bb… /bbworth /bbit/bb./b*

    The smirk faded just as quickly as it appeared.

    bChapter /bb387 /b

    His eyes were still bck /bband /bbrimmed /bwith bfury/b. But his faceb, /blike balways/b, had returned to its usual mask of calmness.

    bHave /ba nice life, bHamilton/bb,/bb” /bhe said quietly, turning away. b“/bbAnd /bpray we never cross paths againb./bb” /b

    Fucking asshole.

    Jorja had been sobbing nonstop from the moment she arrived about an hour ago. Her breath kept hupping in broken sobs that just wouldn’t bend/bb. /bbAnd /bguess whose shoulder she buried herself inb? /b

    Mine.

    I wouldn’t lie, I’d bgrown /bsoft. I meanb… /bruined, split open, and rewired. All thanks to that woman in there who bwas /b

    She doesn’t just matter to me. She is me. My anchor. My gravity. My oxygen. bMy /bst goddamn grip on sanity.

    She was the only thing that bstood /bbetween me and the monster bI /bcould so easily be.

    Everyone think I need help? Therapy? Anger management? Whateverbel makes them sleep better.

    fighting for her blife /bright bnow/bb, /b

    Fuck, no. She is my therapy. All I need is to be with Kasmine, and my senses will be bplete/b. She’s the only thing that makes the noise bin /bmy head bstop /bThe only person who sees me, all of me, and still pulls me into her warmth.

    She says ‘Kester‘! and suddenly, I’m not a ticking bomb–I’m a man. Just a man.

    But they didn’t know that.

    If she told me to kill someone? I wouldn’t ask why. I’d ask how manyb. /b

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    Susanne Winther

    I loooove this book, but I am missing some more ending to the story….is iting?

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