The night was too dark, even for a cold, wet night on the damn island. The speed at which Damien was driving was beyond illegal, but that was the least of his worries. He wouldn't stop for anyone that dared to stop him. Besides, he didn't think anyone would. By this time of the night, most people were home with their families enjoying the festive period in a warm and cozy way, even the town’s authorities.
God, he should have been with her in their home too—warm, and enjoying the festivities, in all the ways he could only imagine.
Why did she have to leave him?
He was a monster.
Did she know? Was that why she left?
Well, if she didn’t know before she left, she sure did know now.
The thought burned through him like acid. His grip on the steering wheel tightened until the leather creake
