Page 136 of I Will Break You

Not to mention the heavenly scent of her pussy.

Gasping, she struggles past the path of mausoleums to the graveyard bordering the new rectory. Up ahead is a freshly dug grave, complete with discarded tools. Amethyst stops at its edge, grabs the broken handle of the shovel someone discarded, and jumps in.

My jaw drops.

This woman knows exactly what she’s doing.

Footsteps approach from behind. I turn around to find Jynxson strolling down the path. He’s discarded the prison uniform in favor of a black hoodie and jeans.

“Xero?” he asks.

Striding toward him, I raise my finger to my masked lips, making him stop in his tracks.

“What are you doing?” he whispers.

“Watching my obsession,” I mutter.

His brows pull together. “The president of your fan club?”

“Yeah.”

“The woman who left you at the altar?”

I bristle at the reminder. “That’s the one.”

He stares ahead at the grave, where Amethyst left that man’s corpse. “And what is she doing?”

“Hiding a body. What do you think?”

Jynxson scratches his head, his brows creasing, seeming to mirror my own state of confusion. In the space of six hours, I’ve gone from thinking Amethyst was a heartbroken victim held back from completing our union by the warder’s machinations, to the kind of black-hearted grifter who would manipulate a man for personal gain. This third possibility transcends the realm of fiction.

“Did you…?” he starts to ask but can’t find the words. “Are you making her, I mean?”

“No, I didn’t catch her with another man. At least not in the way you’re thinking. And no, I didn’t force her to do a thing.”

“Right.” He rubs his chin. “Then why are you standing there, dressed like a reject fromThe Matrix? Shouldn’t you help your lady?”

“She’s a mercenary little vixen who used me to get a million-dollar book deal.”

He hesitates. “You sure, man?”

“Her personal assistant told me everything,” I snarl, my blood heating at the reminder. “All those letters and morning phone calls were just content for some prison smut book.”

Jynxson bows his head. “Damn. That’s… What are you going to do about it?”

“Undecided.”

“If it makes you feel better, I can hit her over the head with a shovel and cover her with dirt.”

Rage ignites in my gut, consuming all reason and restraint until all I see is red. I whirl around, snatching the front of his shirt and snarl, “No one touches Amethyst but me. Keep your filthy hands off her.”

He snorts. “You still love Amethyst.”

“Get fucked.”

He grins, his eyes dancing. “I’ve never seen you like this over a woman.”

“Keep your voice down.” I drag him back toward the mausoleums.

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