Kaden’s pov.
Listening to the fucker confess was the height of my self control. The thought that he had touched her forcefully, caused her pain and made her cry was all the more reason for him to lose his life. I’d already tortured the life out of him, personally, taking my own very sweet time as I pulled out his fingers one after the order and burnt the open flesh with wolf’s bane. The smell of his skin roasting was heavenly. His blood smelt disgusting but I still enjoyed the sight of it pouring out of him and his screams that were swallowed by Nell’s roar so I sent the remnants of his fingers to her.
She should have a taste of him and once he had fulfilled his mission to Madeline, I’d feed him to her.
“If—f… if I confess everything… at the ball. A—are you going to let me go?” He was
