JAXON
He’s a dead man walking.
I can almost see it: his blood all over my hands as I make a clean cut across his throat, the life that slowly and very steadily drains from his eyes while he makes terrible wrenching sounds, reaching for his neck, clutching his skin trying to piece it back together.
The fear would no doubt paralyze him until he’s gone.
No, almost.
Uncle has asked for his body and Ronan has given his word. But if Luke harms Sarah in any way, there would be no body to give.
I would gut him open like a fish and leave his body to rot in the open, his intestines spilling all over the floor.
And I swear to all that I am, I will get it right this time.
I will…
“Jaxon.”
Ronan’s shaky voice calls me out of my thoughts. When I blink, Luke’s lifeless body fades, and
