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Fate had my name on a list from day one. I cheated it once, and now it wanted payment in blood.
I lift my hands in submission. “Um… I think I’ve been summoned,”
My brain replays the soundtrack of my life. Not safe. Not safe. Never safe.
How does one rise to the top of so many armed criminals so young? Is there a box on the job application to check that reads: I’ve killed at least five whole humans?
“No bowing needed, thanks,” I reply.
“Give me a few weeks, and I’ll probably fuck something up.” I shrug, trying to make light of the situation.
I clamp my jaw together to hold back another smart-ass comment
“Ah. Death all around. Just how I like it,” I mutter.
Did I lose sleep over the failed kill? Fucking hours of it.
Hey, maybe this hair-brained strategy is gonna work out.
Surely they don’t want the carpet stained with blood.
“Batman,” I wheeze. “Wait, shit. Redo. I’m your worst nightmare. Does that sound more threatening?”
“Is this your first time interrogating someone? Seems like you don’t know what to do with me,” I say, unable to resist further teasing him.
Again, I have to wonder if he’s fucking with me. Earning my trust just to chop me up into pieces or something.
He is a bit dreamy, if not for the whole simmering temper and murderous tendencies.
I call Alaric on my cell, getting him on the first ring. “How the fuck did we not get security footage of the thief escaping? I’m beginning to think you hired him to drive me to madness.”
“Minus one for cooking skills.
it was a defense mechanism to keep people from digging deeper.
“Shut the fuck up. Businessmen are talking,” Rev says to his captive, and I hear a smack.
because sleep is for the weak,
He is the shadow following you home at night. The demon lurking in your nightmares.
“I just don’t know that you have the right… skill set to handle him.” “Because I’m so villainous.” “You said it. Not me.”
Maybe I’ll break something after all. Set fire to his bedroom.
“You can kiss the corner office goodbye,” I mutter to Rev as I circle our two restrained prisoners. “He was about to throw a fucking grenade! I should have shot him in the head.”
Rev gasps. “Our hostage! No corner office for you!”
“Routine evening meltdown? Is this a solo thing, or can I start throwing shit, too? I’ve always hated that potted plant in the walkway.”
