Page 251 of Unravelling The Beast

She ignores my nasty demeanor and tears open an antiseptic wipe without looking at me.

“Did you kill him?”

I speak through clenched teeth, looking aside.

“No.”

When she places the wipe on my wound, I hiss and sharply glare down at her.

She has a smirk across her lips as she continues to wipe around it.

“Surely you're used to pain by now. I know I sure am.”

Her mischievous eyes meet mine, and I raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, it could have been a lot fucking worse for you. You're lucky I didn't get to the point where I officially fucking broke you as planned.”

She still has a small smile on her lips as she gazes at the wound again. Once she's finished cleaning it, she looks down at the first-aid box again.

“So, what happens now?”

I ignore her, and when she raises her hand to sew it, I grab her wrist before speaking sternly.

“I don't fucking think so.”

She lifts her eyebrow as she responds.

“I'm not completely useless, Arlo. I know what I'm doing.”

We exchange serious stares before I release her wrist and turn my face away.

When she begins, I let out a low growl and close my eyes.

“You didn't answer me, baby. What happens now?”

“What always happens... We wait, and when the opportunity arises again, I'll fucking kill him.”

I stare down at her as she concentrates, and she remains mute, but I know she wants to question shit.

“Just spit out what you need to fucking say, Wren.”

She inhales deeply, still stitching as she begins.

“Bridget's brother. What he said about Cree.”

“What about it?”

Her eyes meet mine as she pauses.

“Why did you stop them from seeing him?”

I sigh and look away.

“When Bridge died, they blamed me and my way of life, and they fought me in court for custody of Cree. Unfortunately for them, I had the best attorney in the fucking city, but it got messy.”

“And after? They didn't get any rights at all?”

I shake my head before raising my chin.

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