23. Retribution
“Helena,” Danny whispered.
I hugged him briefly, but he refused to let go, resting his forehead against mine and closing his eyes, gripping me tightly.
“I can’t stand this anymore,” he murmured. “The pain gets worse.”
“Shh,” I said, gently kissing his lips. “I can’t bring Gina back, but we can fix things. I’ll find who did this and we can make it right.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I mean we can make sure this never happens to anyone again.”
I kissed his lips again. The hunger within me — s*x and violence — was growing once more.
“I can’t,” he said, clearly distressed.
“Shh.”
I kissed his lips, his neck, and his throat. My fingers dug into his back, desperately trying to solicit a response from him. We needed to forget, if only for the briefest of times, and lo
