Page 108 of Depraved Devotion

My muscles tighten, the sight of him sparking a rage I can barely contain. Skinner doesn’t just kill. He enjoys it. Thrives on it. And now he’s outside her building, his vendetta against me written all over him.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my mind racing. Panic claws at my chest, sharp and unfamiliar. This isn’t like the prison riot. That was my chaos. My plan. I orchestrated every second of it. Well, mostly.

But this? This is chaos I can’t control.

Skinner is pure violence, and for him to be free means someone wanted him out. Someone wanted to set him loose.

The Malones? No. They wouldn’t cross me like this.

My need to protect Geneva, a primal instinct etched into my psyche, surges forward. I glance back at the camera feed inside her apartment. She’s still pacing, completely unaware.

I call her. And she doesn’t answer. I do it three more times, and she ignores them all. Then puts her phone face down on the coffee table.

I send a quick text, a fucking Hail Mary at this point.

Unknown:Skinner is outside your apartment. Get out of there!

She doesn’t look at her phone. She doesn’t stop pacing.

“Damn it, Geneva,” I mutter, my jaw clenching as I switch back to the other feed. Skinner is closer now, his hand gripping the railing just below her bedroom window. My blood boils as I imagine his hands on her, the sick grin he’d wear while he—

No.

Not fucking happening.

Unknown:Hold on. I’m coming for you.