Nessa~
Helena screamed, her voice piercing, she tried to stand so she could run.
Something primal in me liked that.
Liked the fear. Liked the prey instinct kicking in. Liked watching her stumble in those ridiculous heels as she tried to escape.
I was on her before she'd made it three steps.
My clawed hand caught her shoulder, fingers digging through expensive fabric and into soft flesh beneath. She shrieked as I spun her around, and the sound was music, high and terrified and satisfying in a way that should have horrified me but didn't.
Not anymore.
Not after everything they'd said. Everything they'd laughed about.
Her face pretty, pampered, never known real pain was streaked with tears and terror as she looked up at me.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please don't...we're sorry.
Sorry.
The word ignited something white-hot and vicious in my chest.
