#Chapter 57 - Blood

“You would have refused, Evelyn!” Victor yells, slamming my kitchen door behind him as he stalks into the room behind me. We just spent the last half-hour shaking hands and smiling at people’s congratulations. I kissed my boys, laughed at Willard’s jokes about surprises, smiled for pictures, all the while seething on the inside, waiting for the moment when I could tear him apart. As soon as there was a break, I caught Victor’s eye. It wasn’t hard – he’s been waiting for this too. Without a word, we both stalked off towards my cottage. “Yes, Victor,” I say, spinning to face him. “I would have refused, because you took the one thing from me that I have left! You took my freedom,” I say, banging on his honed chest with my fist. “And now you’ve got me all wrapped up in documents, your little pet, here at your command.” He growls down at me, perhaps not as cool under my pressure as he thought he would be. “So go ahead, Victor,” I hiss, bringing my face close to his in a challenge