Page 120 of Seducer

Seeing blood in my vision was something I was used to.

I’d gotten that way moments before taking a life. It had been soothing, the moment when I knew the asshole who’d tormented me was about to be escorted straight to hell.

Today, there was no feeling of comfort whatsoever. I wasn’t about to take a life to save my own. I’d tracked the fucker to the woods outside a cabin he owned. The hunt was still enjoyable, but it had taken on an entirely different meaning.

I was here to save a life.

And I would or die trying.

I was dressed the part, the all black outfit not blending into the forest, but I really didn’t give a shit if I stood out or if the bastard saw me coming. He would soon learn he’d crossed the wrong man.

There were miles of woods and I’d covered two of them, finding a single clue I was on the right track. A piece of her dress that had torn off when she’d been running. Or maybe she’d left it for me to find.

Good girl.

I moved silently through the forest, trying to think like her. If she was playing a game, she’d weave and bob her way while trying to maintain some sense of where she was.

Only a few minutes later, I found another piece of her dress. After yanking it off, I balled it into my fist, bringing the torn material to my nose. It smelled like her, the subtle perfume creating another wave of rage.

Xander and Wilder were in the area, taking a path similar to mine. I hadn’t needed to tell them how or where to hunt. They knew exactly what they were doing.

We were a tremendous force when we worked together.

I was stealthy in my actions, constantly scanning the woods. With the assault rifle attached by a harness and the Glock in my hand, I was secure with the firepower.

But when I found him, and I would, he would die in a painful way.

I took another few steps, noticing a disturbed area on the ground. As soon as I crouched down, I heard a loud howl. The sound was distinct and it came from a male voice.

His voice.

I shot off in the direction of the sound. Hearing another shriek, I knew instantly it had come from the woman who I’d come to save.

The one who’d awakened what goodness I had left inside of me. I took off running and a sound drew my attention. Suddenly, he was right there with his arm wrapped around Sara’s throat. Her feet were off the ground, but she was fighting.

My wild kitty was fighting.

With a primal roar, I lunged forward, knocking him to the ground.

The fucker dropped her.

“Run, Sara! Run!” I yelled at her as she scrambled away. We wrestled and I rolled him several times, ripping off his mask in the process. The distinct stench of blood permeated the air and when I pulled back briefly, I noticed a broken-off stick was lodged into his body just below his shoulder.

Near the fucker’s heart.

My good girl had taken aim and fought for herself.

I issued several brutal blows, pummeling his face until he struggled to breathe. Right now, I could easily crush his windpipe.

“Zach!”

Her cry was one of agony.

I threw my head over my shoulder, ensuring she wasn’t injured.

She stood like a beacon of goodness, her face muddied, blood on her lip. Scratches covered her body and she was breathing heavily, but she was alive.

Very much alive.

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