“Let go of me, you crazy bastard!” she yelled at him as her face tightened, but all he did was laugh and pull hard enough to make her cry out, this time in pain.
“Come on, Maddox. Take it off. Let’s fight like kids again.”
I weighed my options. I was fast, but so was he. If I made a move, I would reach him, but not before he killed the woman. He didn’t need an ion blaster to do that, just one twist of his wrist and her neck would snap. If I retreated, or turned my cloak back on, he’d torture her first, and kill her slowly just to make sure I heard the screams.
“If I do, how do I know you won’t simply shoot me dead and kill her anyway?” I asked.
His dark eyes narrowed, the glint in his gaze nowhere near sane. “I swear on Maddie’s soul.”
I saw red then. Red, the color of Maddie’s blood
