Chapter 70 Poison
Damon’s lips twisted into something between a smirk and a sneer. "Sisters or not, I kept them alive so you could watch me rip off their heads one by one. That’s the only reason they’re still breathing."
My jaw locked. "You wouldn’t."
He leaned closer, his voice lower, darker. "Wouldn’t I?"
"You kept them alive?" I repeated his words slowly, my voice cracking with disbelief. "Just so I can watch you kill them?"
Damon didn’t flinch. He stood tall, arms folded, his expression like carved stone. "Yes," he said flatly. "You cared enough to protect them. Now you’ll watch as I end them."
My chest tightened. The air grew too thick to breathe. "You’re cruel."
"I’m Alpha," he replied, his tone cold, without a shred of mercy. "Mercy gets people killed."
’Psychotic bastard. I wish I could drive a knife into your chest right now!’
I wanted to scream at him, but the pain in my back pulsed like a warning. I couldn’t push more than my body could take. Still, I met his eyes, refusing to look away. If he wanted me to break, he would have to try harder.
Tension swirled between us like an approaching storm. Neither of us said anything more. We just stood there, locked in a silent war, our glares sharp enough to draw blood.
Then without a word, Damon turned and walked toward the hallway.