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startled her. And the taunting voices fell blissfully silent.
    Mercy smiled her relief. She lowered her hands, tucking the blade behind her back.
    Her lover blinked his drug-hazed eyes. Their startling aquamarine color had entranced her when they’d met. Lured her in. But in the moonlight filtering through the open window they appeared bland, less than ordinary. And he looked so much younger than his twenty-six years. The bottle-blond hair that had been roguishly styled at the beginning of their romantic weekend was plastered to the side of his head. His naked chest, ripped and tanned, peeked from the opening of his black button-down shirt.
    Mercy wanted to touch him. Again. To taste him one more time, but she couldn’t allow herself to be distracted by his deceptive beauty. She loved him too much to go on like this. They’d had two days together, but that was all they could ever have.
    â€œMercy, darlin’?” He shifted on the plastic sheeting, clearly not quite awake yet. The plastic crinkled beneath him. The drug-hazed expression in his eyes receded and was quickly replaced with fear.
    He struggled to move, but Mercy had tied him up while he slept. Panic washed the color from his face. Frantically, he waved his zip-tied wrists and kicked his bound ankles. In his struggle for freedom, he resembled more of a landed fish flopping around than the lover who’d promised her the fuck of a lifetime.
    â€œWhat the fuck are you up to?” His fear morphed into rage, reddening his cheeks. “I told you. I’m not into that bondage shit. Get these fucking things off me!”
    Still she didn’t move from her spot. She didn’t want to approach him yet. He needed to know. To understand. “I am Mercy. I love you too much—”
    â€œLove me! It was just sex. That’s all.” His voice rose with fear and fury. “We got drunk, high, and fucked. That’s it. You stupid, crazy bitch.”
    â€œDon’t call me crazy.” She pushed to her feet and stompedover to him. The knife in her hand slapped against her thigh as she towered over him.
    â€œOh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man. Please. Don’t! I didn’t mean it.” His widened eyes focused on the knife. He struggled more. Blood seeped from beneath the plastic binding his wrists. Then the tears started. He sobbed like a child. “I-I do love you. You’re right. It’s love. Put down the goddamned knife. Oh, man. Don’t kill me.”
    Poor, pathetic bastard.
    â€œShhh . . . I know you don’t love me. You can’t. You don’t even love yourself. You’ve got to be stoned or drunk to feel anything. That’s not living. Don’t cry. I’ll take care of you. I love you too much to let you hurt yourself anymore. Shhh . . . Mercy’s here.”
    She lifted the knife and plunged it into his chest. The blade clipped one of his ribs. Pain radiated from her fingertips to her shoulder. Undaunted, Mercy tilted and thrust harder. The knife resisted momentarily before it slid neatly to the hilt. Death flowed warm and crimson over her hands.
    She stared into his eyes until the fear and the life faded from them.
    He stared blankly.
    Accusingly.
    It infuriated her. Embarrassed her. It was the same vapid expression she’d seen too many times before.
    Rage burned in her chest and her jarred arm ached more. After all she’d done for him, he had no right to stare at her with condemnation in his eyes.
    Stretching out a hand, she closed his lids. Then she pressed a kiss to his forehead. She pulled back and examined the crimson lipstick stain with satisfaction.
    There. Much better now.
    He looked as he should after being granted her mercy. Peaceful.
    Except for the knife protruding from his heart.
    She jerked the handle and the body released the knife with a sucking noise. More blood gurgled up and spilled from the hole in the center of his once perfectly chiseled