myself.
The screech of the metal door echoed in the night. The bright light seared my eyes. The gruff sound of his voice whispering that he loved me.
My fingers curled around the knife as he walked nearer. So close I saw the whites of his eyes.
The black pupils where his soul should have been, if he had ever had one.
The smell suffused me. Seeped into my pores.
The antiseptic. The cleansing soap. The faint hint of sweat.
Sickening.
Then he leaned over me.
Ting. Ting. Ting.
Emotions left me, bleeding out like the crimson life force I intended to take from him.
I raised the knife and jammed it in his chest. His grunt of pain and shock echoed in the icy cold chamber.
His blood spurted onto my face.
Then his body collapsed against mine, and I waited for him to die.
It was the only way I could survive…
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Award-winning, bestselling author Rita Herron fell in love with books at the ripe age of eight when she read her first Trixie Belden book, but she didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. She has written several romantic comedies, but especially enjoys writing dark, sexy romantic suspense thrillers set in small rural towns.
For a list of all her works, visit her at www.ritaherron.com
You can also find her on Twitter: @ritaherron & facebook.com/ritaherron!
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