Page 47 of Cursed to Be Mine
But I don’t care ifshe’sfucking family.Shehurt her. And that is an unforgivable sin.
I take a step forward, rage building in my chest at all the emotions, the pain and panic, I sensed flowing off my girl as that engine revved. My magic burns, yearning for blood.
Herblood.
I’ll killher.
Maddox forms beside me and throws an arm across my chest before I can move again.
He’s been holding me back all night.
Convincing me with his fucking psychology degree that killing people in front of my girl will make her fear me too much.
Make her hate me too much to accept our blood bond, allowing the blood magic to drain me, then kill me simply by refusing to finish the ritual.
But my girl is alone now.
She won’t see me kill anyone.
“Varius wants us back –” Maddox starts.
I shove him away from me, my magic burning beneath my skin. Hungering for the blood of whoever hurts my girl, and that list grew long tonight. “Then go,” I snap, taking a step forward. “I’ll follow as soon as the bitch is dead.”
“Killing her m–”
Might make my girl hate me. Fear me.
I cut him off, already ahead of him, having had ample time to think of a plan while watching her in that damn garage, getting touched by that man. “She won’t know it was me.”
My youngest brother sighs, clearly more on his tongue, but without a word, he vanishes back into his shadow, knowing there’s no bartering with a reaper.
There’s no outrunning one either.
I take another step forward, strong with purpose and cold rage.
Tonight,shedies.
Tonight, my girl becomes family-less.
But I will be her new fucking family.
And she will never know pain again.
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I sit with my back against the wall of my closet, my shotgun aimed at the door, my ears straining to hear any foreign movement. The wolves aren’t going to catch me off guard. For the next twenty-odd hours, for all the time I have left in this world, I will be vigilant. I will not make it easy for them to kill me.
But with every minute that passes in silence, my heart rate starts to slow. There’s not one sign of the werewolves having found me. Nothing lurking downstairs. Or outside of the house. The only sound is the rush of blood flooding my skull.
And even that starts to quiet.
Surrounded by silence, I wonder where Scarlett is. If she’s safe.
I should’ve done more to get her to stay.
My heart rate spikes at the thought of her alone. What if she’s already dead? What if, right now, my little girl’s being murdered? Right now being hunted by the sups not hunting me? Screaming for me to saveher as wolves tear her to pieces? Their claws digging into her skin as she begs and cries, ripping off flesh, her intestines spilling down her legs.
