under his control
“Gear up. We move tonight. I don’t care how many bodies I have to burn through—Ava is mine. And anyone who stands in my way dies.”
That night, as I strapped on my weapons, I thought of her. Her smile when she teased me. The way her body melted under my hands. The whispers she saved only for me in the dark.
I thought of the last time I touched her skin, kissed her mouth, claimed her as mine. And the idea of someone else putting their hands on her made my vision blur red.
I swore to myself—when I got her back, I wouldn’t just protect her. I’d bind her so close to me the world itself couldn’t pry her away.