Dani René

tears that brim in her eyes melt my heart. I’m not a man who enjoys, or even attempts, romance. I’m a trained killer. But when I see my beautiful Vixen’s tears, I can’t help but want to chase them away.

Hot and cold at the same time. It feels like I’m burning, but I’m shivering.

“Go into the house. Don’t come out here again.” I shouldn’t be mean to her. But I can’t help it. She shouldn’t be here, be near me again. This is wrong.

She doesn’t respond. Something drops to the sandy floor of the pit, and then silence. I’m alone now, and I scuffle through the dust to figure out what she threw into

the hole. As soon as I see it, I know. Fear prickles through me.

She’s come to warn me.

He’s not trying to cure me.

He was biding his time.

Fuck.