"Kidnapping her would be covert. Nobody would find out. I will make her beg for death and I would not grant it to her. Eighteen years of torment seems about fair." Phoenix's intrusive thoughts left his mouth without his control. But when words leave, they are impossible to take back.
The words entered Zane's ears and he stilled. The image of his mother in despair begging him for forgiveness did not bring a single pleasure to him at all, "I don't want that. Don't do it, she is my mother."
"She might have given birth to you but she is not your mother."
Zane was quiet against Phoenix's shoulders, and Phoenix could feel the rise and fall of his chest slow even more.
