Damien’s POV
Someone must’ve called it in.
I heard the distant wail of sirens before I’d even released him.
Mark was slumped against the car, blood trickling from his lip, one eye already swelling shut. He was trying to straighten up, but every breath made him wince. I wasn’t done…haven’t even started…but the approaching red-and-blue flashes said otherwise.
Heaven knows how long I’ve craved this moment—how I’ve ached for it in the marrow of my bones. To see him brought low, to make him taste even a fraction of the agony she endures every time his filthy hands touch her.
The thought alone burns through me like gasoline meeting flame. My pulse is a war drum in my ears, each beat screaming for retribution. I want his breath to catch more often, his knees to buckle anytime he thinks abou
