Rez’s hips continued to pump with the shuddering thrill of an orgasm as she felt her windpipe split. She’d been grinding against Lexa’s tongue when the first stab had skipped off one of her ribs and punched into her lung. She’d tried to scream, her mouth pressed against Lexa’s groin, but another stab had turned it into a weak cough. She had been to shocked to do anything as her killer cupped her chin and drove the blade through her heart three times.

There was a loud noise that went on and on as Lexa screamed and her legs kicked and jerked. Rez tried to draw in a breath to beg them not to kill her, not to saw her body into pieces and spread it across the desert. She didn’t want to die like this, caught in a tryst without a chance to fight back.

But the breath wouldn’t come, and everything felt very far away.