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  1. Cover
  2. PART I
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. PART II
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. PART III
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. 17
  22. 18
  23. 19
  24. PART IV
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. PART V
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. PART VI
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. ALSO BY THEODORA TAYLOR
  44. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I realize in the next moment that he must’ve mistaken my silent outrage for something it really wasn’t. Before I could tell him that I didn’t return his way too strong-for-this-situation feelings, he grabbed me by the shoulders. And the next thing I knew, he was kissing me, trying to shove his tongue in my mouth.

Ew! Ew! Ew!

I pushed him away, but it was too late. I’d have to wash my mouth out with soap, like, a thousand times, to forget the slimy feel of his lips on mine.

I was about to scream at him to get out of my house, but the words lodged in my throat. Not because I wasn’t furious with Asher for kissing me, but because….

Victor. Victor was standing at the top of the stairs.

And for once, he didn’t look like a cold and removed raven.

More like an enraged dragon.

31

VICTOR

Dawn and Asher were so involved in their conversation that they didn’t notice Victor standing at the top of the stairs. White noise filled his head when he realized what they were arguing about.

Yet several words and phrases broke through the static, like horror movie serial killers, determined to mortally wound. Kissing you in front of me.… Everything I did to make sure we’d be in the same city… I want to be with you…

Along with her assurances to him that she was definitely getting a divorce.

Then Asher kissed her.

A red rage instantly replaced the white noise. In a flash, Victor was down the stairs, slamming a fist into the face of the man, who had actively tried to replace him. The man who cared nothing for the ring on his wife’s finger.

The man Dawn would be with now if not for Victor’s interference.

Asher’s glasses went flying, but the other man put up a surprisingly good fight. Phantom’s report had mentioned that he was Israeli by birth. He’d obviously done his mandatory military service. Perhaps even served in the special forces.

It took some effort on Victor’s part, but eventually, he got in a face hit that sent Asher to the floor.

As soon as he fell, Victor pounced on top of his fallen enemy. He grabbed the man who would dare to replace him by the front of his shirt and drove his fist into Asher’s face again.

“Victor! Victor! Stop, you’ve got to stop!” Dawn screamed somewhere in the background. “Please, you’ll kill him!”

Victor would not stop. His fist would be the last thing this maah lat gwai saw before he died.

He raised his arm to hit him again and again, as many times as it took until he was no longer breathing.