for a fact he was obsessed with Rune. And he was never going to have the chance to get her back again.
It was bad enough that Wilder was sniffing at her…and sleeping with her any chance he could get. I would have killed him off if I hadn’t known how much she liked the asshole. I could feel my mating bond somehow forming any time I was around her though. I wasn’t sure how that was happening, but I wasn’t about to push back on it.
Rune Celeste Esmeray was the most perfect creation I’d ever stumbled across. And I was never going to lose her.
I forced myself to concentrate on the cleanup I had ahead of me. Rune never strayed far from my thoughts though. She’d become the focal point of my world.
After cutting the guy into pieces and placing him on the tarp I’d use to drag him to my very well-fed pigs, I began to head up the stairs. Thank goodness for my shifter strength, since this guy had been a heavy motherfucker.
I’d just reached the top of the stairs when I heard a knock on the front door.
I rolled my eyes. This place and my past times were a secret. But there was one person who I’d made the mistake of trusting my secret with…a long, long time ago. And I’d regretted that as soon as the words had left my mouth.
I didn’t bother cleaning the blood off of me. If she was coming here, it meant that she needed a reminder of just what I was capable of.
I swung the door open, and there she was, the bitch of my existence.
“Arcadia, what a surprise. I would say it’s a good one, but you know I don’t like liars.”
Arcadia’s face fell. I stared at my ex. I’d used to think she was the kind of beauty men fought wars over. She’d come into my life at my darkest moment, and I’d worshipped at her feet like she was an angel sent to save me.
I’d never been more wrong about anything in my entire life.
Now that I could compare her to the perfection of Rune, I wanted to punch myself, somehow travel back in time and tell that guy to wait. That being lonely and miserable would be worth it, because someday, Rune would come into town.
I tried not to have regrets in my life. I tried to think of everything as a learning moment.
Arcadia was a lesson I’d give almost anything not to have learned.
She was dressed to kill, so little clothing on that she might as well have been wearing nothing.
Her eyes were devouring me, the blood covering me doing nothing to lessen her appetite.
“I thought we could talk,” she purred, reaching out to touch me before thinking twice.
“You thought wrong,” I told her, beginning to turn away. Arcadia panicked, and this time, she reached out to grab my arm, the blood on me making her fingers slip against mine.
“Daxon, please. What will it take for you to forgive me?” she asked brokenly.
I sighed, thinking of the date with Rune I needed to get ready for and the body I still needed to feed to the pigs. Not to mention the rest of the mess still waiting for me in that room.
“There’s no forgiveness necessary,” I said coldly. “I don’t care enough about you to need to forgive you for anything.”
The words sliced through her, and she withdrew her hand like she’d been burned. She rubbed at her chest, her lips quivering and tears threatening in her gaze as she looked at me like I’d broken her heart.
When was she going to realize that I knew it was impossible for that to happen, because she didn’t have a heart to begin with.
As I watched her try to put on her usual show, I began to wonder how easy it would be to get away with her death. My gaze bored into her as I thought about how I would do it. I’d have to be especially cruel, the bitch would probably get off on my usual tactics just because she was actually getting attention from me.
“You’re my true mate,” Arcadia pleaded.
Hmm. That was a new one.
I snorted, then couldn’t hold the rest of my laugh in. It rolled out of me until I was having to wipe a tear from my eye. The girl could probably have a career as a comedian.
When I finally opened my eyes and was able to stop laughing, the tearful act