The Darkest Torment (Lords of the Underworld 12)

“Of course.” She fluffed her hair. “You’re a beast, are you not? Beautiful but deadly.”

“I am. And now you’ll see my worst.” With a roar, his eyes glinting with red, he toppled the dresser. The drawers split down the middle, the contents spilling out. At the bed, he yanked the iron headboard until a bar came loose. A bar he hurled into the wall.

What had brought on this fit? Certainly not her admission to training him. It had made him angry, but not enraged.

The fact that she’d called him a beast?

Ignoring him as if she hadn’t a care, she finished packing in silence, picking her garments off the floor.

Once upon a time...

Today, a new story began. One of her own making. She would use this heartbreak as an opportunity to patch herself up into a new and better person.

When she had everything she needed, she called, “Galen!”

Baden stopped his tantrum and glared at her. “He won’t dare take you from me.”

“He will. And you’re going to give him the order or I swear to you now, I won’t just fight you, I’ll run every time your back is turned. I’ll provoke this beastly side of you at every opportunity, and—”

“Enough.” He was panting, his hands fisted. “You want to go? Very well. We’ll let you go.”

We, he’d said.

Relief battled with sorrow. Don’t want to lose another loved one. But she didn’t love him. She couldn’t. “When my brother is well, you’ll have Galen bring him to me, wherever I am.”

Silence stretched between them. He nodded stiffly.

Galen soared into the room without knocking, irritation painting his features. “You rang, doodlepop?” He saw the naked Baden and covered his eyes. “Seriously, dude? Come on! If I’d wanted to be part of a sausage fest, I’d have visited my butcher.”

The dogs moved to her side and licked at her hands. Chin trembling, she slung the bag over her shoulder and hooked leashes to the collars. “I’m ready to go.”

“Uh, ready to go where?” Galen asked, confused.

Baden turned away, the muscles in his back knotted. “Take her somewhere else.” He paused and gritted, “Somewhere safe.”

“Somewhere of my choosing,” she corrected. “And you won’t tell Baden where I am. You won’t ever tell him, even upon threat of death.” There would be no sequel. She would make sure of it.

A sob brewed in the back of her throat.

Tears? For him? No!

Galen blinked, as if certain he’d misheard. “Are mommy and daddy getting a divorce?”

“Yes, and mommy has full custody of the fur children.” She pasted a bright smile on her face, ignoring the thick veil of tension in the air. “Now let’s go before I divorce your ass, too.”

* * *

Baden battled an unholy rage. Katarina was gone. But even if she’d stayed, he would have lost her. She, like so many others, thought him beautiful on the outside but ugly on the inside. Despite her boast to the contrary!

His one bright light in a world of darkness now flamed out of reach.

He drove a fist into the wall again and again, creating new holes, tearing skin and cracking his knuckles.

Destruction prowled through his mind. I want my woman back. Get her back!

I will.

He must.

A hand came to rest on his bare shoulder. No pain. He whipped around, expecting to see Katarina. She’d realized her mistake! He came face-to-face with Fox instead.

“What?” he snarled, hating his desensitized skin.

Her gaze swept over his nakedness. “How about you get dressed? You’re hot and all, but I prefer my men with a little less obsession for another woman.”

He wasn’t bashful or shy by any means, but he didn’t like another woman’s eyes on Katarina’s property. He strode to the closet and tugged on a pair of pants. He would give Katarina time to calm. Then he would mount a charge to win her back.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have ordered her to do his bidding, but damn it, remaining human wasn’t an option for her. But he definitely should have waited to force the issue until he had a way to change her.

“What?” he repeated with just as much heat.

“I heard yelling, and thought I could help you out. I didn’t realize offering aid would be such a terrible crime. My mistake.”

“I don’t need your help. Also, what happens in my life isn’t your business.” Cultivating a friendship with the keeper of Distrust? Not ever going to happen. He may have given her advice, but that had been at Katarina’s request. Now he just wanted to kill someone.