“I’m going to kill him."

I sighed.

My eyes darted over Angel’s face. A fine layer of sweat covered her pale skin. She had a slight fever that thankfully hadn’t gotten any higher.

“You know that he didn’t have a choice,” I said softly as I reached for the cloth.

I wiped the sweat from her skin and then placed the cloth on her forehead. My attention moved to her wrist next. I pulled the bandage off and frowned at the mark.

It still looked fresh which ...