It was only when I felt my neck start to vibrate that I realizedit was me.
My goddamn tracker!
The killer hesitated, and I saw his eyes widen an infinitesimal amount, like the noise had shocked even him.
My ears were ringing as he raised the bloody knife but just then a massive shadow fell over the gravestones, accompanied by the sharp, acrid tang of smoke.
“Lark fucking Descoteaux, I know you aren’t out here like a goddamn brat wanting her ass whipped.”
There was a sudden, explosive crack and I heard something smash into one of the gravestones, marble rubble pelting down onto the ground.
“Gabriel!” I couldn’t help almost shrieking, and the killer above me instantly hesitated, looking indecisively down at me, then abruptly ran off.
I lurched to my feet, grabbing the headstone for support, and then he was on me, throwing away the hockey stick and yanking me toward him.
“I told you to stay inside.”
“I saw the killer!” I gasped. “He was out there stalking some of the girls!”
“You were out here with a man?” he hissed angrily, backing me up against a gravestone.
“I couldn’t just let them die!” I protested hotly. “You don’t understand that, because you’re a psychopath.”
“What I’m hearing is that you were out here with another man. I don’t like that, Lark.”
“Another man? It was the killer!” I shrieked.
He shook his head, and his hand was clamped on the back of my throat.
Inescapable, cruel domination and control.
But he had saved me.
CHAPTER 16
Who had it been?I was haunted by how close I had come to death.
I tried to get Gabriel to care about finding the killer, but he didn’t give a fuck, and now I wasn’t even allowed to stay home during practice.
“No. I left you once and I found you fucking around in the graveyard. Now you don’t get to be left alone. That’s a privilege. Maybe you can earn it back.”
And I might’ve felt a little self-conscious around the other WAGs, since I was so much older, except that Gabriel never let me forget for one moment that I wasn’t allowed to move a fucking muscle except under his control.
“Oh my god, I should try younger men,” one of the WAG’s friends said to me as she looked jealously at the massive pink diamond on my finger. “You’re so smart.”
Smart, right, that was definitely me.
What was I supposed to say to that?
I didn’t choose this.
He had forced and blackmailed and dominated me on every level.
It wasn’t that I hadgiven upon escaping.
But what was the point? My husband wasn’t going to give up.
“You committed a felony by forging my name on that marriage license paperwork,” I said after he had fucked me up in the upstairs library, my work papers scattered all over the desk.
