Page 91 of The Darkest Hour
Yes!
Adrenaline pumped through my veins.
I could have grabbed the knife right there, but it was too close to his foot, allowing him the opportunity to kick me in the head.
Instead, I charged for him and delivered a powerful blow to his abdomen—a desperate attack fueled by every ounce of fear for the lust that he had sparked within me.
With that blow, the air was knocked out of him.
Havoc doubled over in pain and shock.
Now who’s in control?
“Goddamn it.” His breaths came out ragged and uneven but his eyes maintained their deranged intensity.
“Come on.” I gestured. “Finish getting your ass whipping.”
“Oh yeah?!” He lunged at me but I was ready. I pivoted on my heel, narrowly escaping his reach. With a fluidity that surprised even myself, I jumped high into the air and brought my elbow crashing down into the back of his head.
“Ahh!” His body buckled and he fell to his knees.
“Yeah.” I took a step back, panting, while he struggled to regain his balance.
Come on. Put him to sleep.
“Goodnight, pervert.” Fast, I aimed a fierce kick at his head, and he crumpled like a ragdoll, crashing to the ground.
Oh shit.
I blew out a long breath.
I did it. I fucking did it.
As quickly as I could, I snatched up the discarded knife and then I got next to him, lifted his wrist, and checked his pulse.
Strong but uneven.
He was just unconscious.
I let go of his wrist and rose. Perspiration trickled down my forehead, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest. My legs were shaking, but I forced myself to stay upright.
I can kill him right now. It would be so easy.
The knife hung heavy in my hand.
I stared down at Havoc's unconscious body, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His eyes closed as if he were actually asleep.
Go ahead. . .kill him. . .
But even as the thought took hold, something inside me resisted.
My hand shook.
What’s stopping you?
I gripped the knife tighter, the cold metal pressing into my palm and grounding me in this treacherous present moment.
Onyx, you know what you have to do.