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world still babbled.
He caught at her hands. The nails were bloody. "It's
gone too far now," he gasped with hoarse solemnity. "I
can do anything. It doesn't matter what happens now."
Shoving her back, he pushed his pants down. And rage
at this violation of their contract, rage stronger than pain
or pity or fear bellowed up and out of her in a growl
that made him step back when she leaped at him, and
bit his hand, and the gun flew to the floor.
She was still growling when, knocking her down, he
grabbed at her foot and flipped her onto her stomach.
Still growling after her one shriek of pain so that she
could not hear while he heaved out of his heart in
senseless words the poisoned blood of his life. Still
growling, spittle running from her mouth, when the
crashing glass of the picture window flew splintering into
the room and the German shepherd, Night, leaped
through the hole.
chapter 54
A soldier seeking revenge had been on his way to
save Judith Haig.