She jumped. The tone in his voice was one that she could not argue with. His usual quiet insistence was gone, his accent was much stronger, more guttural than usual. He had become a monster. But this version of David was not new to her, she had seen him before. Twice, in their brief marriage, before she'd run away from him. She just hadn't understood where he'd come from. Now she understood. This was the man that had come to her bed after he'd killed someone  or perhaps many ...