“Or…”
I leaned closer to her, drawing a dagger from my thigh. “You also want to cut open my belly to vent her anger?”
“Too bad, there’s nothing in my belly. I’m afraid you will be disappointed.”
As I spoke, the dagger sank halfway into the incision, and the girl fell silent instantly. Zavier’s bodyguards surged forward, but the fire in his eyes froze them in place.
The tip of the knife twisted, and the girl whimpered softly in her sleep. For a moment, Zavier’s eyes met mine. Then he suddenly laughed, raising his hand.
“Get out! I didn’t invite you here!”
“Tiffany, you really are something else.”
“Likewise. You taught me well.”
To mold me into someone like him, he had destroyed ten of my boyfriends. To force me to marry him, he had held my hand while plunging a knife into my boyfriend’s heart. He had said, “As long as you become like me, only I am worthy of being with you.”
He dragged me from high places into the dust, the white rose stained crimson, never to be cleaned. And now, he claimed to like clean ones? What a joke.