He stared down at her, his gloved hand stroking her hair. It was a miracle that she’d gotten up off the table. After what the First One had done to her, it was a wonder she was alive. But he’d have been furious if she’d died. The killing was his treat. His well deserved reward.
He’d not expected she’d be such a fighter. She was a beautiful woman accustomed to using her looks to get what she wanted. She’d never tasted the harshness that life really could offer.
But she’d faced him with a hoity arrogance that he found a bit charming. It was always more fun to bring the bossy ones down a peg.
He clicked on an overhead light and studied her face. Her flesh had been torn and bruised. If anyone saw her now, they’d be appalled by the damage. He didn’t like it when skin was mauled and ruined.
But thankfully, the injuries were only skin-deep. Flesh had been torn but her bones were sure and strong.
She would make a fine addition to his collection.