The last time he had been this furious was when his mother, disgusted by his ruthless ways, forced me to break up with him. To keep me, he had thrown her into the Red-Light District, driving her insane.
The day I crippled his father, Ethan wasn’t angry—he was thrilled.
“Yes, Anna, that’s it. Be as crazy as me, as blood-soaked as me. Then no one can say we’re not a perfect match.”
And now, he’d fallen for some pure little angel?
My fingertip traced the edge of the blade as I laughed.
“I gave you the chance. You wouldn’t do it yourself. Since husband and wife are one, I’ll do it for you. Tsk. Now your little darling has no way out—except to crawl like a dog.”
“Judging from the look on your face, Mr. Carter, are you going to fight for your sweetheart? Don’t you dare back down.”
The sound of shattering glass filled the room.
Smiling, I locked eyes with Ethan and pressed a sharp shard against his elbow, slicing through skin.
The room reeked of blood.
His pained gasps, mixed with Grace’s screams, were music to my ears.
Several of his men raised their guns, all black barrels aimed at me.
I only shrugged, unfazed, as my hand inched closer toward his artery.