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Her watery eyes rise to mine. I nuzzle her soft hair, inhaling her sweet scent.

“Lester’s rapist dick was severed. As a gift, for you.” A pause. “Unfortunately, I wasn’t there to do it.”

Her hands fly to her mouth. “You had someone cut his dick off?”

“Yes.” I peel them off her lips. I refuse to let her hide anything from me. “I had someone take care of what I couldn’t. But I’ll do worse. When the time comes. That’ll be all me.”

“Are you serious? For me?”

“Little lamb.” We share a heartbeat. A million of them. “Have I not been clear? There’s nothing I won’t do for you.”

I’m being hauled by my hair into her mouth. She kisses me as if I’m going to vanish into thin air. I kiss her back like she’s mine.

Rough. Passionate. Demanding.

Hers.

“Let me see,” she whispers when we come up for air. “I have to see it so it’ll be…real.”

My lips twist into a frown. “There’ll be more where that came from. I’m not done with him.”

“I know you’re not.”

Regan looks at me as if I hung the damn moon. Then she squeals when I show her Lester’s mutilated body. She thanks me over and over with her lips on mine and her hands in my hair.

The smile remains firm on her lips as I dress her and throw a shirt on.

Until I press my hand to the small of her back and nudge her toward the front door.

“I can’t just leave here.” Her serious expression is so fucking adorable.

“Don’t remember asking for your permission.” One smooth movement and she’s over my shoulder. I shove Jigsaw into her hand and her phone to the other. The rest is replaceable.

“Landon, I can’t let him win.” That kind of makes sense. “You can’t do this.”

That part makes less sense. Of course I can. “Free use is free use.”

“Why? Really, why can’t we stay here? I’ve been safe here for years.”

For some inexplicable reason, Lester might be pardoned. He might come after her before I catch him.

Shit happens.

Life happens.

But freaking her out will ruin everything we’ve accomplished tonight. So I leave that part out of our conversation.

“Because I need your light in my home. It’s been dark for too long.”

She whimpers at this half-truth and relaxes against me.

We’re going home.

Our home.

Ours.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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