Chapter 46

“Cut and thrust,” he whispered above me, grinning. His eyes were wide, and droll hung out of the right side of his mouth. He shook his head and growled, “You can’t get away from me. I won’t let you. No one gets away from me. You should have known that about me, buddy.”

I wasn’t his buddy. I would never be his buddy. Our worlds would never collide in a friendship, boyfriendhood, or marriage. He was crazy, and I had Jax for my heart.

On the cold and musty-smelling floor, seconds ticking by, Miller walked into the room, balled his left fist, and plunged it against my right cheek. He then repeated the action a second time, meeting his knuckles with my right jaw, bruising my skin.

Unlimited pain zoomed through my skull, particularly my mouth. I tasted blood, swallowed it down, and felt dizzy, losing vision for a mere second. I tried to stand, defending myself from the crazed brute, but he waved his prized knife in front of my face.

“You move and your boyfriend dies. It’s that simple.”