RONALD
I watched helplessly as she disappeared through the service exit, and the moment the door slammed shut, something inside me snapped.
At first I was frozen, my chest heaving, my hands curled into fists so tight I could feel the sting of my nails biting into my palms. The cowards with guns still hovered by the exits while their masked faces scanned the area for resistance. I gave them nothing… not yet. If I moved now, she died.
But when I got her back, and I would, there wouldn’t be enough left of these men to bury.
I forced my breathing to slow down, forced my pulse to even out, pushing the chaos so far down that all I felt now was cold rage.
Catherine’s face was burned into my mind, the way she looked at me just before they dragged her away. Wide eyes, lips trembling, like she
