EZEKIEL
I lean my head back against the leather seat, my eyes drifting to the side-view mirror. Daphne's reflection stares back at me, livid, beautiful, and infuriating. If only she would keep that pretty mouth of hers shut.
She called me a monster. Again. It isn't the first time, and usually, I let it slide. But this time? This time she looked me dead in the eye and said she pitied me. She spat that word like poison from those lips, those soft, maddening lips, and something inside me snaps.
She wants a monster? Fine, I'll show her one.
From the driver's seat, I feel his eyes flick toward me, uncertain. He begins to ease off the accelerator, like he is waiting for me to change my mind.
"What?" I growl.
"Are we... leaving her there?" He asks hesitantly.
I lift my head slowly, my glar
