*Zed’s POV*
When Beth got home, I was waiting for her. I let her set down her shopping bags, then grabbed her hand and led her down to the basement. As she walked down the stairs, she studied the BDSM props and sex toys. I could tell she felt familiar and shy as she looked at them. She began to retreat into her shell like an afraid snail, but I wouldn’t allow her to do that tonight. Beth was going to be honest with me.
Not her alter ego, but Beth herself.
So, right in front of her, I opened the refrigerator, and she looked at the blood-filled fridge.
“The blood of our enemies is in here,” I told her.
She looked closer at the bottles with our foe's name on them. She studied the familiar names like my father’s and the former president's. Meanwhile, she noticed the two empty bottles on the top. They were labeled with the names of her sister and father in bold, black letters—the two monsters who had ruined my life.