“I don’t care. Now that I know everything, I’m going to tell them what I think and then kill them,” I sneer, lost in rage just thinking about them.
He laughs. “You don’t stand a chance.”
Fury has blinded me from reason. “I can try. At least that’s worth something.”
He squints, standing still for a second. Then his lips part. “No.”
What? That’s all he’s going to say? No? Just like that.
“I need to come with you, Sebastian. I have to see them with my own eyes. You can’t take this from me.”
“Oh, yes, I can.” He turns around and grabs his coat, adjusting his tie before zipping up. “You’re blinded by rage right now. That’s fine, but I will not let you risk your life. You’re far too precious to me for that.”
I’m flattered by the compliment, but it’s not enough to persuade me. I get up from my chair and stampede toward him. This time, I’m not taking no for an answer. In the back of my mind, the light has gone off and all I can think of are their despicable faces haunting me in the dark. Watching me, prowling on Ashley and I, pouncing on us like rabid dogs. I want to slit their throats.
I’ve never felt the urge to kill before, but boy, is it a rush.
“Stay. Here,” Sebastian barks, pointing at my room. “You will not leave your room until I come home.”
“I’m tired of sitting idly by while you go off to meet them. I want to see their faces when I tell them that they aren’t even worthy of being the shit on the bottom of my shoe. I want to hear their screams as I jam a knife in them.” Licking my lips, I look at the metallic glint of the knife tucked in his front pocket. This is the first time that I’ve thought of holding it as a weapon myself.
A slight smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “I admire your fire, little fairy. I’m glad you found it again.”
He places his thumb on the fingerprint scanner that opens the door. “But do not waste it on them. Let me handle this.”
He opens the door, blocking my way when I try to push past him so I can tag along. Oh, hell no. The smell of freedom lights a spark in my veins that sets me ablaze. I’m no longer that weak woman I once was. Broken, brittle, and bruised, I have mended my own shards and put them back together with black tape and glue. Nothing on this earth will stop me from getting out of here.
So I launch my pretty red, pointed shoes right into his backside, flipping the point straight into his crotch. Sebastian cringes, groaning, and he grabs his junk with both hands, sinking slowly to the floor.
“Sorry, Sebastian. Nothing personal,” I say, running past him while I have a chance.
“Or maybe it is!” I yell afterward.
He deserved that pain for all the things that he agreed to participate in. He’s been a bad guy, so a kick in the nuts is a nice retaliation. Serves him right.
I rush down the hall, ignoring his roars as he calls out my name and demands that I stop. Tasting freedom is riveting, and for the first time in ages, I feel alive. My legs take me down the stairs, not caring to wait for the elevator, and I run down to the lowest level, sprinting out the door. Fresh air has never smelled this good. I move through the crowd on the sidewalk, careful not to bump into anyone. Gazing back, I check to see Sebastian anywhere, but it seems that he’s not following me.
It’s then that my face meets a hard wall, and I stumble back on my feet. The wall isn’t made of stone, but of human flesh, and the eyes staring down at me make me choke on my own breath.
“Look what we have here …”
Two minutes ago
Right when I’m getting up to my feet, my phone rings again, so I pick it up.
“What?” I snap.
“She escaped, again. How could you let this happen?” It’s Arthur.
“I don’t know,” I lie. “I just got a call from the doctor; I thought she’d be safe there.”
“Well, she’s probably too smitten with you to sit back and stay where she belongs. It’s your fault. You got too close, now you have to sit on the burn.”
“No, I’ll fix this, I promise. I’ll make her hate me even more. Trust me; I’ve been doing my very best. I’m just fucking her and messing with her head. That’s all I’m doing.”
“Right …” He clears his throat. “We should meet.”
“Yes, I’m coming to the club right now.”
“No, that won’t be necessary,” he says.
“What? Why not?”
“Well, Hubert thinks that you never brought her back there to begin with, and I have a suspicion that he might be right.”