Dominique
“Remember what I said, any hint to her and not only her but her boy toys are dead. Do you understand me? I will kill her in front of you, so you know it will be all your fault.”
“Yes," I whisper.
“These blankets, let me see them.”
I went to the closet in our bedroom where he was giving me my reminder and got the blankets. He unfolds them and inspects every inch of them.
“Good, no hidden messages. Pretty pattern. Looks like you’ve got some talent making these. Clara would like something like this. She’s always watching those craft shows. With Christmas coming up, it’ll make a good present for her, to go with the many I plan to buy her. Her favorite colors are forest green and royal purple. Make her one.”
“No,” I grit through my teeth.
He grabs my chin, his fingers di
