The first thing I noticed upon swinging the door open was the symbol of a hawk on Derek's back – right below his right shoulder. It was one of Vivienne's memories proving accurate and for a split-second, I stood mesmerized.

It wasn't until he turned toward me that I realized what he was doing … what he was about to do … The sight of the blood on the neck of the unconscious young woman he had on his bed made my head faint with shock.

My cheeks drained of blood as I leaned against the doorpost for support, my knees weakening beneath me. "Derek, how could you…" My voice trailed off when I saw the way he was looking at me – as if I were a ghost, a ghost that he loathed.

A deep, heart-wrenching growl came from his lips and within seconds, he had me against his bedroom wall, his hips supporting my weight, his left hand gripping my right arm and keeping it pressed against the wall, while his right hand held my neck.

"How did you get back here?" he hissed, anger poisoning every word.

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