Serpentine Desires
None of them would save me.
Suddenly, Judas’s arm encircled my waist, pressing me back against him, his other hand capturing my chin and jerking it forward so I couldn’t look away from the scene before me. His voice was low and menacing, sliding through me like shards of ice. “Look,” he growled darkly. “Watch closely, Fenochka, and see what happens when someone crosses me. Watch as I burn that little fucker to the ground.”