Kill her? No. He wanted to make her pay, and she couldn't do that if she was dead. If she was dead, he couldn't teach her a lesson and bring her to her knees, where she belonged.
“Who was he?” he gritted out.
“That’s none of your business.”
He let go of her. “You're really bold. I underestimated you.”
“Then you should know better than to mess with me anymore,” she warned. “I found a loving mate and started a happy family. I'd suggest you focus on your own and keep your people away from mine.”
Before, Kane had always looked at Cynthia with pure contempt and arrogance. This time, his eyes were full of anger and hate.
To Cynthia, it was a satisfying change.
Before, she had been like an ant beneath his shoe–insignificant, non-threatening, something he could have crushed
