Chapter Twenty-Five
My world was a blur of black and red.
“Well done, Blume. You performed better than I could have imagined,” Damian said smugly.
Blood coursed down my head and dripped into my right eye. I focused on that, trying to keep myself from fading. If I blacked out, Damian would finish the job, and the world would lose Christina for real.
To my dark delight, luck shined down on me once again.
Damian was clearly unhinged, and I guessed, a little proud of his plan. He wanted to rub my face in the fact that he had played me. It wasn’t good enough for him to have me at his mercy and with easy access to the object of his obsession. He needed more. He needed to make sure I got the message loud and clear.
I’d seen it countless times with aggressive perps. When Damian’s hands lande
