Liam's POV
She got away. It had been two days since Lauren helped Kayla escape, and the rage hadn't left me for a second. They should have cut her deeper. Just thinking about it made me want to destroy something. She was mine. MINE to do with as I pleased. My human. My f*****g human. I didn't understand why her disappearance was affecting me this badly — I hated her. I guess some part of me felt something after what happened three years ago. I was drunk. She was there. I mean, yeah, she was drugged — I was the one who ordered it — but it was only supposed to make her more compliant. Stupid. I hadn't touched her since. She should have been grateful.
I looked at her closet. Same as she left it. Her blood still on the cot. I kept seeing her — so small, screaming for my help as they cut into
