Page 46 of Escape From Me

I watched the judge's head loll and his breathing rapidly spike the moment she knelt down in front of him again.

“Oh, prince asshole? What would you do, if you wanted to hurt him?”

The chair scraped on the floor with a high-pitched wail as I stood.

I gripped her shoulders and pulled her up so she was standing between us. I ran my hands the length of her body, cupping her breasts over the dress, nearly drooling at the ways her nipples were hard peaks.

“I do always enjoy skinning them alive. Sometimes though, I hang them up for target practice. Nothing quite like a real target to practice on.”

She pressed her ass into me and I fucking moaned.

“But I think, for the sake of time, cut right here.” I held her hand tight and steady as I guided it to the side of his neck.

“I would love to continue to chat, but I’ve got a pussy to taste and you’re just taking too long.”

The blade dented into his skin for a second before I pulled her hand and the blade across in a single, quick motion. The second I did, his heart did as every heart did. One second he was alive, and the next his blood sprayed out, bathing everyone in the way.

I hadn’t thought about her reaction and waited a second for her to scream. Instead she stood there with me. Just watching like it was the Fourth of July and he was the show. And I supposed he was.

“How does it feel to take a life?”

She turned in my arms, red everywhere, and I waited. I’d always wait for her.

“Powerful.”

TWENTY

daisy

I could counton one hand the number of times a man had trusted me to do anything other than look pretty. It was always ‘look pretty, Daisy,’ or ‘smile more, Daisy, you're getting frown lines.’

But the way Zeiden had let me do what I needed to?

Lord, why had I even needed to do anything? My brain had a running list of reasons. To take back my power. To find my inner psycho. Hell, to just let go. I mean that last one I could have done at a nightclub, which was one more thing I’d never gotten a chance to do.

“Shit, Zeid’s girl, what the fuck he do to you? Going straight for the junk?”

Zeid’s brothers were here and so were the two women that were like me, I'd guess. Attached to their men. In love even.

Instinct had me wanting to just hide behind my big protector, but then something else hit me. I was powerful. I was stronger than I’d realized. Hell, I hadn’t even thrown up with all that blood.

I could probably have a conversation with these women while the others cleaned up my mess. What did that say aboutme and just how not bothered I was? Or maybe it said more about how bad he was.

“So, do you guys come here often?” I asked Cali and Rylee.

“God, girl. Are you trying to pick me up or scope out the next play date?”

I glanced between the two of them and finally, when they started to smile, I knew at the very least they weren’t judging me.

Not judging me covered in blood, like this was just normal.

“Oh. Sorry. That might have been the wrong way to put it. I mean, yes. Do you get to, you know, do these things with them a lot?”

Cali was still smiling and Rylee rolled her eyes right back.

“Ignore her, Daisy. She worked with dead people for too damn long. Anyway, yes. We go where they go. Sort of comes with the territory. It’s that or we get to hole up in the little fortress. It’s not really that little, but you get the point.” Rylee almost looked starry eyed as she watched the three men.

We go where they go? That sounded ominous if I compared it to my life.

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