Page 53 of Savage Throne
“You would kill her?” My voice was low, shaking with barely contained fury. I wasn’t even sure who I was anymore. “You would kill my sisters?”
“I would, If that’s what it takes.”
I broke apart.
I wasn’t Monique anymore, not the same woman who had hesitated, who had refused to let herself be consumed by the darkness.
That Monique was gone.
She had been swallowed by the monster that now clawed its way to the surface, desperate to protect the ones I loved.
The guns had been taken from me and Leo was lucky for that.
Perhaps, Song had anticipated it.
Surely, I would have fucking used them on him. I could see myself pointing at Leo’s head and pulling the trigger over and over.
“What are you thinking about, Monique?”
“That I want to kill you.” The words came out before I could stop them. They felt foreign on my tongue, like they belonged to someone else. But they were mine. They were true. I wanted him dead. I needed him dead.
A dark chuckle left him. “There it is.”
I stilled.
“Now the killer inside you is speaking.” He let out a sigh and grinned. “I’ve been waiting for her to show herself. Welcome, my little monster.”
I could barely hear him over the roar of blood in my ears.
Everything else fell away—Song, the targets, the dead men.
None of it mattered anymore.
All I could see was Leo, standing there with that smug, arrogant look on his face, as if he knew he had won.
As if he thought he had control over me.
But he didn’t.
Not anymore.
My hands shook, not from fear, but from the need to act.
The need to strike.
I wasn’t thinking.
I was barely breathing.
All I could focus on was the image of Leo’s blood spilling from him, soaking the ground, just like those men I had unknowingly shot.
I wanted to make him suffer.
I wanted him to pay.
The rage inside me surged, hot and all-consuming, and for the first time, I embraced it. I let it wash over me, filling every inch of my being.
I didn’t fight it anymore.
