Transferring his hold of Katherine to his left side, Beaux pulled his dagger free of its sheath and stepped close to his intended victim. He raised the knife over his shoulder and brought it towards Vincent's prone form.
Certain of his intent, Katherine threw herself at the last second between the flashing steel and Vincent. The blade sank into her shoulder, and she collapsed to her knees, blood flowing everywhere.
Shocked, Beaux let go of her hand and stepped back. His eyes narrowed as it dawned on him what her act meant. She would die for Vincent.
His temper flared out of control. Unable to stop himself, he kicked Katherine as hard as he could in the stomach. Then he pulled her up and threw her across the room. She screamed as she hit the wall and slid to the floor, too weak to rise. The pain caused to tears to spill down her face.
"Why?" she mumbled. "Why are ye doing this? Why can't ye let us be?"
Ignoring her pleas, Beaux looked at Vincent. The commotion was causing him to stir. Vincent was coming out of the healing sleep.
"Just in time, old friend," Beaux sneered.
Groggily, Vincent raised his head, wincing in pain when he tried to move his broken arms. He looked around in confusion. Licking his lips, he asked quietly, "Is this Hell?"
Beaux laughed. "Oh yes, dear friend, it is Hell indeed."
Raising his eyes to his former comrade, Vincent took in the scene before him. He jerked upright at the sight of Katherine crumpled on the floor.
"Bastard, what have ye done to her?" Vincent cried. He looked at Beaux and shook his head. "It wasn't enough that ye took her once before."
Leaning close, Beaux growled. "Aye, friend, yer right about that."
Beaux could not fathom why he was so upset. Something in him craved Katherine's love. He was insanely jealous of Vincent, had always been so even when they were lads. Vincent had everything. Beaux felt the only reason Vincent had befriended him was because he felt sorry for him. Well, no more pity for poor abused Beaux.
Swiftly crossing the room, Beaux grabbed Katherine by her hair. His rage blinded him as he yanked his dagger from her shoulder. Her scream rang through the room, but he paid no heed.
Making sure Vincent had a perfect view, Beaux drew the knife across Katherine's neck. Her eyes widened in shock as blood poured from the gaping wound. Within seconds, she was sucked into the healing sleep, defenseless.
Then Beaux ripped her head from her body and held it before him like a talisman. He swung it back and forth before Vincent.
Vincent's stomach churned. Anger filled him, and he tried to move. White fire ate at his broken arms. He was powerless. His eyes blazed red as hatred rose in him.
"If I can't have her, my friend, neither will you," Beaux muttered.
Mercilessly, Beaux's fist smashed into Katherine's mouth. Both head and body instantaneously turned to dust. Vincent's heart suddenly ached with an indescribable pain. Just like that, his love was gone.