Dawn stood and walked up to him. She growled. "Deal with it. Bree was a disgusting player and she used you, her father, for her selfish reasons."
"No, I did it for her," Higgins answered.
She lifted the black pants from her calf and showed him the scar of his bite. There was a scar where his jaws had pressed in her flesh—in a circle. The skin around that was slightly raised, rough and red. "That's what you gave me."
Higgins saw it and laughed all the more. "That is so relieving! Dawn Wyatt carrying my—" Suddenly a heavy kick met his jaw and one of fangs got dislocated. "Ahhh!" he shouted in pain as he struggled against the chains. Gush of pain jolted throughout his body as another kick fell on his face and the dislocated fang fell out of his mouth. His vision became black, his body lost all the tension and his legs were wobbly. He tasted the blood in which his tongue was soaked.
