I am the sky and power of every storm that has ever been. -Violet Sorrengail
Sloane Kingston
"What's your name?" I ask Laurel
"He called me Pup. But my name is Laurel," she says around a yawn, leaning heavily against the window. Her eyes are half-closed, dark circles marring her pale face, and her small frame shivers despite the warmth of the car.
My grip tightens on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as a surge of anger pulses through me. I can almost see the face of the man who hurt her, feel the sickening satisfaction of cutting that dick off and sewing it into his mouth. He deserves worse. So much worse.
