Raking his fingers through his hair, he paused at the temples. She was silent, eyes tight with increasing pain.
Filthy, really, where he’d sent her to finish but he couldn’t have her bleeding inside. And maybe she was a screamer. No one wanted to hear that.
His animals were circling, facing the doorway where the woman entered. He saw them from his bedroom window. He could see everything. He pulled a blanket over his head to shut out the light.
Tomorrow, that woman and whoever else was with her now had to go. He would make sure they were gone.