“WHAT DOES it feel like to have murdered someone?” Rhys asked outside my cage.
He did not look too bothered by the fact that I just went crazy attacking one of his saddles. Maybe he was used to the violence and the brutality in his world. Or maybe, he was not so surprised that I had a wild side to me. Either way, Rhys looked rather calm for someone who just ordered a body to be removed from his room.
“She’s not dead,” Rhys told me. “At least I think she’s not. But you did some pretty good damage.”
I hated myself for the way I felt annoyed that she was still alive. It was a horrible, sickening feeling in my gut. But I could not stop it. I could not deny it. I did not like the fact that Kimberly could still possibly live.
“What happened?” Rhys demanded to know.
I stared at him, waiting
