You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 57
Logan cried hysterically, spit flying from his mouth as he pleaded forgiveness and promised to leave and never come back.
“Too. Fucking. Late”
He was demonic, nothing like the man I had grown to love. He slammed Logan back against the tree, his head bouncing off the bark, leaving a sticky circle of blood. Khaos scented the air and grinned, licking his lips as his teeth elongated further.
“No…” I whispered, my voice barely there. I had never seen such an evil smile, so full of hatred.
Just as he had the first time I met him, he sank his teeth into his victim’s neck. Logan’s feet kicked against the tree, his body jerking under the assault. I pushed my hands against my ears, trying to drown out the sickening squelch of flesh being ripped apart.
Khaos raised his head to the sky and howled, chunks of Logan’s skin falling from his chin.
I closed my eyes, shaking my head against the scene in front of me.
It was the loud snap that had them flying back open. It was just in time to see Khaos stand up, turning to me with a blank stare. In his hands, he was holding Logan’s severed head, a look of pure horror forever frozen on his face.
Chapter 15
Violet
“Khaos,” I breathed, trying to take in the sight in front of me. My stomach lurched when I heard Logan’s lifeless body hitting the floor with a sickening thud. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, my breathing coming in short, terrified gasps. My heart felt as though it was going to burst out of my chest.
“Khaos...” I tried again, not knowing what to say beyond this.
“Don’t fucking speak to me,” he roared, throwing Logan’s head to the floor. He curled his lip as the head rolled, landing face up. Logan’s expression would forever be burned in my mind, that awful look of terrified horror, his eyes wide with shock. I pressed a hand over my mouth to try to hide the sob that threatened to break through, but as usual, I could get nothing past Khaos.
“Does this bother you, Violet? I’m sorry, let me fix this for you,” he said pleasantly as he stomped on Logan’s face, crushing it beneath his feet. I turned my head and violently vomited as his entire face seemed to burst under Khaos’ boot, his eyes springing from their sockets. A shadow fell over me as I dry heaved, having nothing left to bring up.
“Get up!” he ordered, his expression cold and unfeeling.
“Get away from me!” I cried, crawling backwards away from him, slipping slightly when my hand landed in my own vomit. Khaos cursed, roughly grabbing me by my arm as he hauled me to my feet, dropping all contact with me instantly, as though he couldn’t bear to touch me.
“Now is not the time to piss me off, Violet,” he muttered through clenched teeth, the veins in his neck and forehead protruding with the effort of holding himself back.
“You killed him!” I screamed, my legs shaking as I struggled to hold myself up.
“Ten out of ten for observation. I warned you that you wouldn’t like it if I caught you together again, yet here you are! The minute my fucking back is turned!”
“You’re joking, aren’t you?! I was telling him I wasn’t interested! I told him I was happy here!”
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” I flinched with sheer terror. “I’m not stupid, Violet. I saw you gazing at him with a lovesick expression! You couldn’t take your eyes off him! Your hands were all over him!”
“No, please, that’s not what happened! You have to believe me!”
“Have to? I don’t have to do anything. You’re a liar. Just like Ryssa. All women are the same! And to think I thought you were different!” I couldn’t take it anymore; my heart was breaking with every word he spoke. Before my very eyes, I saw the shutters come down, saw him retreat back into the violent, stubborn, unfeeling shell he had been when we first met.
“Don’t you dare compare me to her! I would never hurt you!”
Khaos
Never hurt me?!
So why was I feeling as though I had given her the absolute best of me, and she had thrown it back in my face? This hurt worse than Louisa’s betrayal, worse than all the abuse I had suffered as a child. I had put my trust in her, made myself vulnerable and open and she had repaid me in the most soul-shattering way.
I would never be able to get the image out of my mind of my mate clinging on to her ex, speaking in low, hushed tones. I wanted to believe her; I needed to believe her. But how could I? It was too much of a coincidence that he was here the day I decided to put my faith in her. So, I lashed out, trying to hurt her as I was hurting.
“You,” I snarled, interrupting her begging, “would never hurt me because you don’t have that power. You mean nothing to me; someone you don’t care about can’t hurt you.”
“You don’t mean that,” she whispered, looking utterly crushed and defeated. She was an excellent actor. I’ll give her that. Or maybe she wasn’t, maybe it wasn’t me she was bothered about at all. Her precious Logan was dead after all. She had the perfect excuse to let out her heartbreak and pretend it was me she was crying over. I hardened my resolve. She had shown me who she truly was. From the first day she had been insistent on returning to her home pack,