Chapter 70

• LUCIAN
• Elaine Constantine was a little blonde butterfly already driving me insane in that backseat. Her pursed lips were still holding onto her spite, trying to be a little firebrand in my grip. It only made me even more desperate to toy with her.
• I knew I was playing a whole new game of crazy when I told the cab driver to head to Kington Peak. It was almost an hour from NYC. I could’ve caged Elaine in my city central apartment for a few long days safely enough without any questioning, and that’s what I should have been going for – a few long days with the butterfly before I ripped her wings off one by one. But I didn’t. My filthy heart wouldn’t let me give up my dirty little plaything so soon. I wanted every damn fucking second with her I could claim.