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His face breaks into a brilliant smile. “That would be
wonderful.”
The world is bleeding.
I don’t have time to form a response before he turns to
Adam. “Show her what she’s missing, would you?”
Adam answers a beat too late. “Sir?”
“That is an order, soldier.” Warner’s eyes are trained on
me, his lips twitching with suppressed amusement. “I’d like
to break this one. She’s a little too feisty for her own good.”
“You can’t touch me,” I spit through clenched teeth.
“Wrong,” he singsongs. He tosses Adam a pair of black
gloves. “You’re going to need these,” he says with a
conspiratorial whisper.
“You’re a monster.” My voice is too even, my body filled
with a sudden rage. “Why don’t you just kill me?”
“That, my dear, would be a waste.” He steps forward and I
realize his hands are carefully sheathed in white leather
gloves. He tips my chin up with one finger. “Besides, it’d be
a shame to lose such a pretty face.”
I try to snap my neck away from him but the same steeltoed
boot slams into my spine and Warner catches my face
in his grip. I suppress a scream. “Don’t struggle, love. You’ll
only make things more difficult for yourself.”
“I hope you rot in hell.”
Warner flexes his jaw. He holds up a hand to stop someone
from shooting me, kicking me in the spleen, cracking my
skull open, I have no idea. “You’re a fighter for the wrong
team.” He stands up straight. “But we can change that.
Adam,” he calls. “Don’t let her out of your sight. She’s your
charge now.”
“Yes, sir.”