Page 32 of A Curse On Black Lake (Black Lake Gothic Cowboys #1)

This was not the plan. This was not supposed to happen. I made the perfume for her so she would see how much I care. It took me months to distill that amount of oil. And now she’s packing her things? Now she’s moving in with that grumpy bastard?

Burning, righteous anger flows through me, and the itch comes up again.

It’s not time. It’s not time. I’ll out myself if I kill again.

It’s too soon. It will pull in the FBI, and I can’t afford to let that happen.

I’ll make it harder for the grand finale.

I’ve been patient this long. I just have to be patient for a little longer, right?

Right.

Seeing her with him made me want to rip his heart out with my bare hands. The way she sat so comfortably on his lap makes me want to tie him up and dismember him for touching what is not his to touch.

We belong together. It was written in the stars.

It’s part of our history. It has taken a long time to get there, but I’m almost ready.

Everything is falling into place, except for the one issue I thought I had taken care of.

Everything was supposed to point to him.

I deviated from my norm to make sure I pinned him for the crime. But he’s smarter than I thought.

It doesn’t matter, though. Killian Lennox is taking what does not belong to him, and he will pay for it.