Page 58 of Savage Knight
Chapter Twenty-One
Scias held her armtightly, dragging her behind him as they entered the warehouse.She wouldn’t scream.Wouldn’t cry.Refused to feed into his ego-maniacal fantasy.The overhead lights automatically came up, revealing several bulldozers, dump trucks, and various other machines she had no idea what they were.
She also didn’t know where she was.With a sinking feeling, she realized Evren wouldn’t have an idea where to look for her.He would never know how she felt about him.How he healed not only her heart, but also her soul.Perhaps her only regret now, as her past was about to catch up with her, was the future she envisioned for them.Surrounded with love, laughter, and adventure.
Lowen took a deep breath and reconciled all the would’ve, could’ve, should’ve moments.Well, if she was to die, she wouldn’t cower like the pathetic woman she’d once been.Saint Rita gave her a do-over to live the life she wanted, not the one forced upon her.She mentally thanked the saint for allowing her the chance to live life to the fullest, and in that vow found true love.
Peace settled over, comforting her.
“Sit there, bitch,” Scias snapped and pushed her to a chair resting in the center of the warehouse.“You’re going to rue the day you ran from me.”
“I will rue nothing,” she said calmly.
He backhanded her across the face, almost knocking her from the chair.Lowen had to admit, the hit hurt.However, this was the Scias she knew, the rabid animal only fit for extermination, and she knew how to get under his skin.Plastering a big smile on her face, despite the heat of the slap he’d given her, dispelled the threads of his wrath.
“You’re so predictable,” she mused as she stood up and dusted off the back of her jeans.“I do some unperceived thing to provoke your ire and you turn around and hit me.Or kick me.Burn me.Rape me.Well, you get the picture.”
His gaze narrowed.“You seem ...different.”
“You mean I’m not a weeping, slobbery mess?Begging for your mercy?No, I’ll never be that woman again.”She leaned a little closer, as if wanting to tell him a secret.“You.Don’t.Scare.Me.Anymore.”
His nostrils flared.Murderous intent darkened his ugly face.
“No one knows you’re here,” he sneered.“You think you’re going to be saved?”
“No, I figured death was going to come into play,” she replied calmly, although the tiny bit of broken woman still inside her wanted to cower.“Yours or mine, I’m not quite sure yet.”
He gave a humorless chuckle.“You think I’m going to be the one who dies tonight?”
She shrugged.“You can pull out your gun right now and shoot me in the head.So, why don’t you?”
Scias did just that, pulled his weapon from its sheath under his suit coat, and leveled the barrel at her forehead.She stared him in the eye, waiting.Defiantly daring him.Then, he suddenly lowered his gun.
“You’re not what I expected,” he said.“I think I like this version of you.It’ll make breaking you that much sweeter.”
She waved her hand around.“Why did you bring me here, Scias?”
“You’ve been fucking Evren Grenier.”
“You brought me here because I’m fucking Evren?”
“You admit it!”
“Why wouldn’t I admit that?”
“Slut.”
Her eyebrows shot up.“I’m a slut, but you have two mistresses?”
He frowned.“How do you know I have two mistresses?”
