DENNY POV
My mind is racing a mile a minute and rage absolutely consumes me.
“I need names.” I say as I gaze down at our locked hands.
“What?” She asks softly.
“I need their f*****g names, baby.” I grit through clenched teeth.
“Why?” She asks with a slight tremble in her voice.
“So I can hunt down every last motherfucker and gut them like a f*****g fish.” I tell her as I finally raise my gaze to meet hers. She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.
“Denny, you can’t kill them.” She whispers.
“And why the f**k not?” I snap at her unintentionally.
“B-because they’re people-”
“They’re f*****g monsters, Bea!” I practically roar at her. She leans back on her palms, her eyes wide with fear.
“I shouldn’t have told you.” She shakes her head and scrambles out of bed.
“This was a mistake.”
