I stared at him, eyes widening.
“Of course you called for backup,” the Grimwood Ripper said, shaking his head. He clicked his tongue like he was disappointed. I imagined him rolling his eyes behind the mask. “What a shame. I truly expected better from you.”
“Wait, I—” I started, terrified he’d change his mind about sparing me.
“The police won’t like hearing you had the chance to end me and couldn’t go all the way,” he cut in, head tilted in mockery. “They’ll start wondering why I let you go unharmed the second time, why I didn’t kill you. They won’t know you fought bravely if you walk out of here without a scratch.”
His voice dropped, amused and cruel.
“They might think we’re in love.”
“And we can’t let that happen, can we?”
He released my wrists—and to my shock, forced my fingers t
