Chapter eight
Gerald.
I swatted the fly buzzing around me with my hands. The buzzing stopped for a second but started again, barely giving me a chance to catch my breath. One minute it was gone, and the next it was back again, getting on my damn nerves.
Annoyed, I picked up my stiletto knife on the mahogany leather table and held my breath as the annoying creature continued to buzz and fly around.
Silently, I thrust my knife forward-fast and almost undetectable. The fly was on the table the next second with a divided torso.
I glared at the disgusting, puny insect, imagining it was Damon-Henry's body I had just cut into a perfect half.
It had taken everything in me not to kill him right where he'd been standing.
Seeing his elbow wrapped around her neck had activated a feral side in m
