Chapter Seventy-Four – The Talk
Rihanna's POV
His legs would go first, then that stupid head, then I'd carve out his disgusting mouth from his head. All of those would be burned in flames, and then the ashes would be thrown into a volcano. These and more were what I envisioned when Chris spoke to me, even held my neck, and gave me a slight scar there.
Did I look like his submissive wife, Sasha? I exhaled, letting the rage I felt diffuse into the air and leave me, but it remained. I threw the prison door open and glared at the Lycan. He was calm, lying on his face; it looked quite uncomfortable, but he seemed fine. He raised his head to look at me.
"I don't want to see your wolf," I said. "It reminds me of Chris's, and that was the last thing I needed, so shift to human form."
After that, I threw the cloak I had on him and left the prison. He had better listen to me, or we'd be skipping the talking stage and getting to the killing.
