Chapter 7
Yvette’s face went pale with shock. Damon immediately stepped in front of her and sneered, “Serena, you really have no shame. Following me all the way here? What, do you want to be Mrs. Locke again? Who do you think you are?”
I didn’t answer.
I just rushed forward with a knife and drove it straight into his abdomen.
He gasped in pain.
I smiled coldly. “Damon Locke, go to hell.”
The alarm in the room started blaring. Yvette shoved me and screamed, “You lunatic! What right do you have to hurt him?”
She turned back to Damon in tears. “Damon! Are you okay?”
But Damon had no attention left for her.
Pressing one hand over his stomach, he looked at me and laughed.
“Well done, Serena. You dared stab me. Do you really think you can leave here alive?”
He staggered toward me, step by step, wiping blood from the corner of his lips.
“You won’t take the road to heaven,” he said. “You insist on throwing yourself into hell.”
He grabbed a pair of scissors from the table.
“Fine. Let’s see whose life is tougher.”
He came at me, and I charged too.
We were both ready to end each other.
Then suddenly, a figure rushed in and kicked Damon so hard he flew sideways and crashed to the floor.
Yvette lunged forward and I stabbed instinctively—the blade landed in the exact same place I had stabbed her years ago. She screamed.
Damon struggled up and roared, “Who the hell are you?”
Before I could react, a pair of warm arms wrapped around me tightly.
The man’s voice trembled, as if he were terrified of losing a treasure.
“Who gave you permission to come here alone?”
Adrian Quinn looked at the cuts covering my body. His eyes reddened with fury and heartbreak.
“Who hurt you?” he asked.
Then his gaze shifted to Damon.
“Him?”
He bent down, picked up the scissors Damon had dropped, and repeated in a low voice, “He hurt you.”
Damon still didn’t understand the danger. He laughed coldly.
“Oh, I get it now. No wonder she got into this party. So it was because of you. You’re the adulterer she found during the years she was away.”
He wiped the blood from his mouth and sneered.
“Then I guess you don’t know her past. Let me tell you. Since childhood, she’s been the Locke family’s dog. I locked her in dark rooms, fed her live snakes, tied her to the bed after we married—”
He didn’t get to finish.
Adrian moved.
He drove the scissors straight into Damon’s crotch.
The scream that tore out of Damon sounded exactly like the scream Ranger had once made.
And when I heard it, the scar in my heart turned into music.