Caressed by Ice

CHAPTER 26

The bitch had ruined his plans again. He’d been about to tear out the assassin’s throat when she’d come racing out. He’d considered chancing it, but the fucking Psy had damaged something in his jaw with that single punch—he hadn’t been certain he could maintain the killing hold. And if Brenna had seen him, she’d have known him. Now he had to lie low until the jaw healed. At least that wouldn’t take long.

It hadn’t been a total loss, he consoled himself. Andrew and Riley were pissed. And he’d heard Brenna and the Psy fighting. It was obvious that the shine was wearing off whatever weird relationship they had. Forget about trying to isolate Brenna, all he had to do was wait until Judd Lauren left and she was alone in that big apartment.

She wouldn’t put up much of a fight—Santano Enrique had fucked her over good. He decided he wouldn’t kill her with an overdose after all. His fingers curled, imagining the slender width of her neck under his palms. He wanted to watch the life drain out of those witchy eyes of hers. Maybe, in the instant before she died, she’d remember the last time he’d had his hands around her throat.