91. Fuck Stephen

Raiden’s pov

“Every time I see one of her scars, I think about killing the people who made those scars.” I admitted it out loud for the first time.

Every time we're in bed after some mind-blowing sex, usually I will cuddle my little mouse and point to a part of her body that has a scar or mark. And I’d ask what happened. She would tell me, and I’d kiss the spot and make it better. I would be calm when she would tell me, and I tried to act like I wasn’t plotting everyone’s death in detail. But everything they had done to my mate, they’d get back in tenfold.

An eye for an eye, like the humans often say.

“You have a list?” Suzie asked.

“Sure do. It begins with the motherfucker that’s leading the bunch, general Sweets, but not far behind him are her parents. I usually don’t kill women, but for mommy dearest, I am willing to make an exception.”

Suzie chuckled nervously, “you’ve become dark.”

I shrugged, “maybe I’ve always been this way. But now I have people to point my anger at.”

“Like Zev