Chapter 41

She jumped. The tone in his voice was one that she could not argue with. His usual quiet insistence was gone, his accent was much stronger, more guttural than usual. He had become a monster. But this version of David was not new to her, she had seen him before. Twice, in their brief marriage, before she'd run away from him. She just hadn't understood where he'd come from. Now she understood. This was the man that had come to her bed after he'd killed someone  or perhaps many people. God help her, those times had been the best sex of her life. David could not contain the aggression on those occasions. She knew she should be horrified. Should probably insist he go shower away the blood and the death and then let her take care of his wound.