Laurel fought to remain conscious as the pain increased in intensity. She forced herself up onto her knees. “Just put down the gun and let us help you.”

“No,” Abigail said, her body stiffening. “I think you know you can’t be helped.”

“This is your fault!” Jason screamed, jabbing the gun toward her. “I was angry but trying to make a good life before you. Before you jabbed shit in my veins and made me feel invincible. None of those women made me feel like that.” He sobered, his face going stony and calm. “Only you.” He blinked, his gaze focusing on her as his voice slowed. “This was all practice. They were all dry runs until I could get you here. Abigail.” He licked his lips and rolled the sounds around on his tongue, almost sounding like he was humming a low sonnet.

Abigail snorted. “You still won’t be able to get it up.”

Laurel coughed and struggled to edge toward Abigail. “Don’t listen to her, Jason. You were used and you were hurt. I really can help you.” She didn’t like the way his mood had changed.

“No. You can’t.” If anything, regret twisted his lips. “You and Haylee are in the way now.”

“Wait. You have to at least explain the flowers. I know they symbolize betrayal, but where did you first see them?” Laurel was desperate to keep him talking. Help had to be arriving soon.

He shrugged. “I saw them on an old television show, and I thought they were beautiful. Then I learned more about them, and I figured they’re just like women. Lovely and fragile looking but dark at heart. And they freeze so beautifully—just like women do.” His gaze cut to Abigail again. “I hope you don’t freeze. We’re going to have to find a field closer to your home, if you don’t mind. We can’t stay here.” His chin lifted and he breathed out slowly, his body undulating slightly. “You’re going to be stunning in the snow.”

“Wait, Jason—” Laurel started. She bunched her legs.

“No.” He turned and pointed the gun at her head. “If you’re around, she can’t give her full attention to me. Sorry I didn’t know you were a doctor. It’s too late now.”

Laurel dove for her gun just as the outside door burst open.

Jason turned and Huck kicked the gun out of his hand. Then Jason dove forward and emitted a furious roar, hitting Huck mid-center and half lifting him against the doorframe, which crumpled.