Thaddeus
There are worse ways to die than death. Worse ways to torture someone than physical pain. Staring down at this weak, pathetic woman, I want her to feel what Evelyn did—to suffer, to know. Evelyn, for some reason I’ll never understand, wants her left alive. If it were up to me, I’d make her bleed slowly. That doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy this. As long as Evelyn never finds out, she doesn’t need to know.
“Get her out of here, Orion. I’ll deal with her and Ryland later.”
They vanish. April stirs.
How can someone do what she did to another woman? Yet the madness in her eyes makes sense now—twisted by jealousy, poisoned by love for a man who never deserved it. She truly believes Evelyn had an affair with her husband.
Touching her disgusts me, but I have no choice. My hand grips her
