Chapter Fourty-Five
His chest heaved as he clenched and released his fist, repetitively.
It was a threat to her that he would hit her again.
Not that he realised it.
"Jake. Please. What's going on?"
He paced.
His feet moved without his conscious asking them to.
He clenched his jaw. Teeth grinding.
"Why Cullen?"
She raised those pretty doe eyes to him.
A bruise already appearing on her prominent little cheek bone.
"I love him, Jake. I'm sorry that it wasn't you."
"The heart wants what it wants right?" he asked as he crouched down in front of her. His face serene and calm. He watched her take a deep breath, her muscles relaxing, believing he'd forgiven her.
He lunged. His face an inch from hers. Voice raised.
"You should have been mine!"
A knife in his hand. Blade glinting in the dim light.
"Now, now," a voice in the darkness called. "Let's not start without me, Boy."