Page 172 of Cain
I stand and walk toward the door. She follows me, thinking that whoever’s out there must have a death wish or something close to it.
I open the door. Two cops. Detectives, actually, dressed in black suits. Things are getting serious.
Their eyes flick to her. “Are you Katerina Ružicková?”
“Y-Yeah, that’s me,” she replies, her eyes darting from me to them.
The first one shoves me, grabs her wrists, and spins her around.
“You’re under arrest for murdering Wade Ford and setting Saint Stephen’s Church on fire.”
“But—”
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
The shackles lock tightly around her wrists. My jaw tightens, and I feel the rage boiling inside me.
Suddenly, all my pathetic, weak emotions shrivel away. I snap back into my true self—cold, cunning,and hungry to twist every mind around me.The darkness welcomes me home.
“Cain?” she says with a shaky voice. Her brows are soft, and her eyes are almost watery.
I hold her face close to me and kiss her lips tenderly. “I’ll fix this, little rose,” I whisper against her mouth. “I swear to you I will. No matter what it takes.”
“Don’t let them take me,” she sobs, tears running down her cheeks. “Please. I belong to you. This is my home.”
“You are mine.”
“Enough!” the cop barks, stepping in fast. He grabs her by the arm and yanks her back.
“Cain, please!”
She fights him, screaming, shaking, and kicking at the floor as he hauls her away. She’s crying my name.
And then she’s gone.
The door slams shut behind them.
I just stand there, staring, nothing in my hands but the air she left behind.
People believe there are easier ways to keep someone. Lock them up. Lie to them. Make them love you, pity you. Bring them flowers, play the Prince Charming on the white horse, ready to butcher the dragon and save the precious damsel in distress. Whatever works.
Fuck that.
I don’t do clean. I am not a believer.
I want herfucked upandmine.
Not temporarily oras long as it feels good.
I need more than her love. I need permanence.
I need her bound to me in a way she can’t undo.
She said she’d never leave me, and maybe she even believed it when she said it.
But I’ve seen what people do to promises like that. They vow it’s forever.
And what happens next?
