Chapter 121 Chapter

And then I heard her. A strong, resilient voice whispering in my ear. He likes his vampires bound and tortured, with their guts ripped free from their bodies and in a bloodied pile by their feet. He likes nasty photography and vile snuff parties. He never wanted a child with you. He screwed Clara in your kitchen, on your sofa, in your bed. He controlled you then and he's trying to control you now. His name is Brandon David Noble and he is not your husband. He is not your husband. His hand pressed hard on my back, bending me double over the dresser and sending the vase of roses crashing over. I watched, numb, as the water tumbled out of the broken porcelain and poured across the surface, soaking the front of my dress and dripping onto the plush carpet at my feet. The prostrate roses lay within reach and I touched one fallen cream petal with my fingertip, dazed as if I was still trapped in slumber. It was only the sound of his zipper that roused me, cracking through the haze