Page 31 of The Sinner’s Touch (Manwhore #2)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

He paced back and forth, muttering.

This had never happened before. He wasn’t done!

The girl died on him. She fucking died.

Rage consumed him. He threw a heavy wrench at the garage wall, incensed.

Her heart. It had to be. He’d inflicted no mortal wounds.

He’d fed her, bathed her.

Yet she’d died.

He punched the wall, his anger only growing.

There was no choice. No more waiting. He had to replace the girl. Had to complete his masterpiece.

But how? She was surrounded by guards. Men trained in detecting the smallest disturbance.

He would need to open his arsenal, his special blends that guaranteed success.

There was no other choice. His hands fisted in his hair, and he pulled, the pain bringing some focus back to his thoughts.

She would leave the apartment eventually. They would think she was safe surrounded by so many.

He would be watching.

He would take her when their guard slipped.

His masterpiece would be completed.