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The man stood in the shadows, watching with growing fury as Vargas’s truck rocked on its axels. His anger peaked as the windows clouded with steam. He cursed under his breath. Once again, Delaney was letting Vargas--and unworthy man--put his hands on her. For a blissful moment, he imagined sneaking up on them and slicing through both their throats. Watching with satisfaction as the blood drained from their bodies while, at the same time, understanding shined in their eyes. He reveled in the image before pushing it away with a deep, calming breath. He reached in his pocket and gripped the vial there, lightly caressing the cool glass as if it was Delaney’s skin. It soothed him. Reminded him that all was not lost. The liquid inside was the key. The key to Delaney. Closing his eyes, he remembered the day he’d first met her. So pure. So innocent. But an angry snarl escaped him as he imagined Delaney and Vic’s naked bodies twined together. It should be him. He should have been the one to be blessed with her virginity. He took a step forward. They should be punished. She should be punished for betraying him. But he stopped abruptly when the truck door opened and Delaney stepped out, her girlish giggle weaving through him. He calmed almost instantly. The moonlight caressed her face, giving her an ethereal glow. He stepped back into the shadows, watching her greedily, knowing that soon, she’d be his forever. He could forgive her. He might not be her first… but he would be her last. A tinge of guilt stabbed at him, but he pushed it away, smiling. He was sure she’d been with Vic and was no longer a virgin. No longer off limits. He had no more need to deny himself what he wanted most. By morning, she’d be filled with his essence. With his soul. And whatever hold Vargas had on Adrenaline pumped through his body at the thought of taking her. His heart raced in anticipation. There was no doubt about it. She was going to be his. |