Page 57 of A Curse On Black Lake (Black Lake Gothic Cowboys #1)

She is mine. She doesn’t belong to him.

I smile to myself thinking of her sobbing into the dirt over her present. When I left, she was a mess.

I had to come back under the cover of night and check on her. Maybe she will see now that not even her garden matters.

Only what is between us.

But my joy washed away when I came back, replaced with seething fury filling me to the brim.

I had my pocket of mints, ready to settle in for the night, and watch her.

But then I saw him. I need to make him leave her.

I don’t know why, but I hoped they ended their strange relationship.

I couldn’t be so lucky. My urges keep getting stronger, and I know time is running out.

There is a plan in place, and he keeps screwing it up.

I thought I left enough breadcrumbs for the crimes to point to Killian.

No matter, I will have to make an exception to my rule, and kill Killian myself.

She’ll be sad and mourn him, but then she will be mine, forever.

But I have to push them apart first, and if my plan doesn’t succeed …

well, if I can’t have her, then no one can.