Chapter 84

• I cut his shirt open from the bottom to the top and flung it aside. Oh my goddess, I thought. The scratch wounds were so deep they exposed muscle and bone!
• Suppressing a surge of nausea, I shifted my focus to his pants, cutting them open along each leg. I struggled to keep hysteria at bay. I needed to pull myself together. Now!
• Summoning strength I didn't know I had, I dragged him to the bathroom, leaving a blood trail on the floor and carpets.