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“Rain.”

“Tell me.”

“None.” Her cheeks flushed with the confession.

“You’re a virgin?” No fucking way. She was twenty-five.

“No.”

I fucking froze. Every muscle in my body tensed. “Who forced themselves on you?”

She lifted onto her elbows, meeting my snarl. “It’s done and over.”

“The fuck it is,” I roared, trying to stand as her thighs clenched around me.

“You know when it happened. I don’t have a hymen because of it.”

Oh, fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

That night. The last night we spent together. Whentheycame and tried to rape a thirteen-year-old girl.

Their hands were on her, fingers inside her.

They STOLE from her.

My head and heart rebelled. I saw red.

I could hear my crow losing his shit outside the window, his soul as shattered as my heart.

“My angel.” I wanted to weep for her.

I should have found her sooner. I left her briefly to buy cotton candy after the Ferris wheel. A perfect night had turned into a nightmare when she vanished in the crowd.

When I found her, I nearly killed the men who pinned her down. Without the help of my crow, I might have been too late.

“Come back to me, Rain.” Her fingertips grazed the side of my face. “Come back to me. Love me. Fill me.” Her voice held a pain I wanted to obliterate. “Don’t leave me empty.”

I didn’t know if I could set aside the rage boiling under my skin and flowing through my veins. This moment should have been special, but it was tainted by a sect of men who believed that sex with children gave them a spot closer to their god in heaven.

I’d kill them all. I would hunt every single person that belonged to the Sect of Primordial Light, and I would enjoy their suffering before I had the reapers step in and send their souls to hell for eternity.

Rael would join me. He already agreed to it.

“Come back, Rain. I need you.”

Fuck.

I lowered my head, resuming my feast and driving my fingers inside her again, stroking as I flicked my tongue over her clit. When she began to writhe, I knew she was close.

“Please,” she begged, her soft, pouty lips parting as her heart raced.

I could see the frantic pulse in her neck, betraying the effect I had on her. “Try again,” I ordered gruffly, slowing my movements and nearly pulling my fingers from her pussy. She wanted me? Katrina needed to tell me. Describe it. Fucking make me believe her.

“I-I don’t know how,” she gasped, grinding into my hand.

“You do.” I locked my eyes on hers. “Say the words. Make them dirty.”

Her breath hitched. “Dirty?”