The tang of citrus mingles with the scent of sandelwood just over my shoulder. I can feel your breath warm against my neck. Your strong arm snakes around my waist and pulls me into the safety of your embrace.
My belly quivers as your hand slides up and over the taut peak of my breast. Just a quick skim that catches my breath then your fingers trail up my throat. You tip my chin back and I open my eyes.
The shadowed blue of your gaze is filled with hate.
You know. Everything.
I open my lips to beg forgiveness. Your hand covers my mouth.
Pinches my nose.
I struggle for breath. My limbs flail. My gaze seeks yours, locks on while I search for any spark of the man who loved me. Who betrayed me before I returned the favour.
There is a frozen landscape of rage between us. My hands and feet grow cold. A mist covers my vision. My ears filled with the thunderous sound of an avalanche headed my way.
You shove me to the ground. My body is a shell of its former strength, inert and motionless on the ground where it fell. Jagged shards of oxygen stab their way to my lungs.
"Death is too good for you." I hear your footsteps leave the room then stop. The sound of a body dropping to the floor is followed by a wail of grief so primal it makes my body shake in fear fills the house.
You have found her.
I look at the spray of blood across my legs and skirt. I smile.