Mark hurried downstairs. He pushed open the back door, dropped to his knees, and vomited. His hands were shaking. They were carrying his Rachel out, and he would never see her again. His stomach heaved, his whole body shuddered, and he let out a desperate cry.
“Mark, are you okay?” Scarlet was behind him, her voice filled with everything but concern.
He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, his heart thumping so loudly he was sure she could hear it. Slowly, he dared himself to face her. There was something about her, something he hadn"t seen before. Beneath the red hair, the perfect complexion, the alluring eyes, was a calculating, uncompromising predator. She would kill him if the mood took her, and he was only alive now because she willed it. The flirting, the connection he had with her wer
