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She stared at Yvgeny’s lifeless body. “What am I going to do now?”

So far she’d murdered two men. She stared at the bloody knife in her hands. “I don’t want to live without you.” She began to cry, great heaving sobs that shook her body, the bed, and even Yvgeny’s body.

A cool hand covered her bloody ones.

Yvgeny’s hand.

It squeezed hers once, and it sent a frigid spear through her heart.

The entire world stopped rotating and went dark.

Chapter Sixteen

The most delicious ambrosia exploded across Yvgeny’s tongue as the intoxicating scent of Samantha filled his head.

What the fuck?

Blood was in his mouth. Samantha’s blood. With a hint of alcohol in it.

He stopped gulping it down and instead used his tongue to close the wound on her hand. Why was she bleeding?

She lay slumped across him, a long cut across the palm of her right hand all the way to her wrist. Had she hurt herself?

No, no, no. She couldn’t die. She belonged to him.

He sealed his lips over the wound, applying pressure and saliva until the flow of blood stopped.

He didn’t move, didn’t dare until he knew for certain the bleeding was stopped for good. Underneath his tongue, her brachial artery pulsed with her heartbeat. Slow and steady.

He pulled away from her wrist and looked at it. Had he done that? No. It was a newly healed cut with clean straight edges. Nothing like it would have looked had he shredded her flesh with his teeth. This was a cut.

He glanced down and saw a knife coated with blood in her left hand.

She’d tried to kill herself? Or was it an accident? Why was she unconscious?

Yvgeny looked around. He was in one of the recovery rooms in the clinic. How had he gotten here?

Almost as soon as the question crossed his mind, he remembered looking down the barrel of Benson’s gun right before the man pulled the trigger.

Benson, who knew that Yvgeny wasn’t a normal, average human being. Who knew enough to point his weapon at Sam if he wanted to get Yvgeny to cooperate. Who hadn’t been able to control his own fear and anger, and had shot Yvgeny instead.

What happened after the cop had shot him in the head?

He needed answers. He needed to know why Samantha had been allowed in his presence while he was still healing. They would know he’d wake up desperate for blood.

The sound of running feet in the hallway outside had him shifting Sam behind him. As he freed his hands, the door exploded open so hard it bounded off the wall and slammed into the face of the person who’d rammed it.

“Ouch.”

The door opened again, normally this time, and the doctor walked in, his hand over his smooshed nose. Yvgeny’s aunt followed.

“There she is,” the doctor pointed at Sam.

The front of the doctor’s white lab coat was covered in blood.

“She should be locked up,” the doctor said in an affronted tone.

Yvgeny bared his teeth at the idiot. “What did she do?”

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