An Act of Obsession (Acts of Honor #3) - K.C. Lynn Page 0,1

me as I hear the 9-1-1 operator call out. I whimper for help, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Not so fast, my love.”

Repulsion fills me at the soft voice that sounds so sincere yet is nothing but sinister.

What’s he doing out?

Before I have time to think about it, he flips me over to my back and straddles me. He pins my struggling arms over my head and leers at me, his bright blue eyes as wild and crazy as I remember.

“Surprise!” He chuckles, a malicious smile tilting his lips. “Miss me?”

I shake my head, still struggling for breath.

His expression hardens, a wild rage igniting in his eyes. He grips my jaw brutally, drawing a painful cry from me. “Well, I missed you. I thought about you every second that I was kept away from you.” He leans in closer, running his nose along my cheek. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you, Sophie? I’ll always find you. You can never hide from me. You—belong—to—me.”

A sound of disgust crawls up my throat, mixing with a fearful sob. “Daniel, stop, please,” I plead, even though it’s no use.

“Do you have any idea what it’s done to me to know you gave yourself to someone else?”

His craziness has a frustrated sob erupting from me as he talks about Blaine.

Blaine—who is dead.

Blaine—who was sleeping with my best friend.

I still can’t grasp the betrayal.

“It didn’t have to be like this,” he whispers. “We were supposed to be forever. How could you be with someone who’s fucking your friend when I’m here to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of? Us, Sophie, it was always meant to be us.”

“There is no us,” I cry out helplessly. “There never has been, Daniel. Why can’t you fucking understand that?” I’m screaming now, my fear turning to angry desperation.

“You lying bitch.” Fury flashes in his eyes before he backhands me; the painful blow sending black spots to dance in my vision. His fingers grip my jaw again with a strength that I’m sure is about to shatter it. “You told me you loved me.”

I shake my head, crying. His delusion is something I’ve never understood.

“Yes, you did!” he screams. “I’m not letting you change your mind, Sophie. If I can’t have you, no one else will.”

My panic escalates to a whole new level. “What are you saying?” Horror washes over me when he pulls a large knife from behind him, covered in blood. “Daniel, no. Please, you don’t want to do this.”

His eyes darken with guilt, mixing with the unshed tears. “I’m so sorry but you’ve left me no choice,” he chokes out, dragging the knife across my chest.

“God no, please.” I fight with everything I have but it’s pointless. He’s too strong. Someone who always seemed so weak fooled everyone, especially me.

I plead again, praying to get through to him.

It has him crying harder, as if this physically pains him. “I’ll love you forever. You will always be mine, my love.”

Desperation pulses through me as he brings the knife to my throat. “Daniel, sto—” My scream vanishes with the first slice. Fire erupts through my jugular, a scorching pain I didn’t even know was possible spreads through me like wildfire.

I gasp for breath, my hands getting nicked by the sharp blade as I claw at my throat. The air I crave stings the open wound, doing the opposite of what I need.

Daniel is relentless with every slice, never giving up, sobbing as he steals my last breath. After everything I made it through, it never mattered. He kept his promise.

I would die as his.

My mom, dad, and sister flash through my mind, adding to the searing agony tearing through me. The last things I hear before darkness consumes me are his undying love for me and the distant sound of sirens.

Sirens that are too late.


Some say miracles happen every day and apparently I was one of them. I had woken up in the hospital to find out I survived the unthinkable, the most brutal attack my campus had ever seen. Though not without damage.

Where I should have had hope at life again, I had none, because he was still out there, waiting to strike again. I knew he would kill anyone who got in his way, including my family. So I did what I had to do in order to protect the people I love.

I ran.

I left behind my family, my dreams, and my identity. I was no longer Sophie Parish, the girl who loved life and had