His legs were sprawled open, hanging over the edges, his pants and shirt open. Blood covered his chest and legs, but that wasn’t the most horrifying part as her gaze traveled to his face. It was contorted in pain, even after death And stuffed in the man’s mouth, was his penis. Carissa started to scream, but a hand was placed over her mouth, cutting off the sound. She went into full-fight mode, driving her elbow back into the stomach of her attacker. “Easy, Rissa,” Jett said. “It’s me. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” She pulled his hand away from her mouth, wheeling on him. “You scared the fuck out of me, you jackass!” He gestured toward the body. “You were a little preoccupied.” “Gee, ya think?” Jett shushed her, his voice lowered. “I’m sorry I scared you, but I didn’t want you to scream. The killer could still be around here.”
