42. A Mark

Kayda.

I shifted back from Adalinda, and I barely took a breath when Eoin was covering me with a shirt. I pulled it on, eager to confront the now injured and crumbling figure of the so called Master. The man who had threatened to have sex with me against my will, who had kidnapped, held numerous young women captive, murdered girls who had defied him and who had hurt his mate so badly was now nothing more then a frail bleeding mess. My anger towards him was no longer unrefined and unbridled now the fear was completely gone, had I not been pregnant already I had no doubt he would of forced himself on me. I had seen his handiwork on Andy's skin, and that was enough.

I pushed past Eoin, and blinded by my anger, I punched Drakos in his smug face.

"You despicable piece of worthless skin." I screamed as I showered more punches on the man. He held his hands up weakly in a half-hearted defence, and my anger and loss of temper meant my blows were uncoordinated and frenzied as my emotion