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Hey, how’s your bullet wound? Tortured anyone lately?
“I’m going to make you scream.” Then he kissed her.
And she didn’t want to spend her life pretending the screams of the people he tortured didn’t bother her. Because she was frightened that she wouldn’t need to pretend for long. It was already almost truth.
“I want to make him scream for what he’s done.” Kovit’s eyes darkened, and he licked his lips. “I can help with that.” A small thrill sizzled through her body. “I might take you up on that offer.” “Anytime.” She shivered at his voice, full of dark promises.
“I’m here, Kovit. I’ve already seen your monster.” She met his eyes. “And I’m not leaving.”
“Always.” But she wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth.
Booo Nita
“Are you scared?” He was smiling, but there was something in his eyes that made Nita pause before she answered. “No,” she lied, even though the screams of the girl he’d tortured still haunted her nightmares. Then she told the truth. “I know you won’t hurt me.” But just because she wasn’t afraid for herself didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid at all.
It was an excellent strike. Very little blood, instant death from the spinal cord severing. Neat. Tidy. The kind of death Nita liked. Kovit really was good at what he did.
Sell your souls here! We pay better than the Devil and have a faster payment plan than God.
And even if it did go exactly according to plan, a lot of people would die. It was a bit much, even for her. Which, she thought, was practically a good deed. All those people she might have killed but wasn’t going to.
“I thought I was the one people were supposed to be afraid of being locked in a room with.”
He gave her a look like, Why are you shoving guns down my pants? And she just shrugged like, Well, where else do I put it?
Nita might be bound, but there were things she could do. She toughened the flesh of her throat and numbed her mouth. Then she spat stomach acid on Gold.
He favored her with a smile, a soft, genuine expression that was both sad and amused. “I am not a good person. But I am a person. I make my own choices.”
“We’re missing information. We need to know how it started. It’s like walking in on the middle of a movie—you’re seeing Katniss bury a girl in flowers, and you’re seeing an old man rubbing his beard gleefully, but without knowing what The Hunger Games is, or the premise of the movie, just seeing those two scenes side by side makes it seem like total nonsense.”
LOL
She should have stabbed him, ripped his heart out while they were driving down the highway.
His face was beautiful, each ripple of pain going through him making his skin glow with health, his hair shine a little more. He raised a bloody hand and slicked errant strands of dark hair off his face, the blood holding it back like pomade.
“No.” His eyes were narrowed, and his voice suddenly went icy cold. Nita’s eyes widened and she stepped back, instinct pulling her away. “You don’t get to do that, Nita.” “Do what?” “Judge me for not wanting to kill him. Judge me. You’re uncomfortable that I ripped a stranger’s tongue out. You, who blew up an entire market! Who lured strangers to a building to murder them! But you’ve got some sort of righteous rage that I won’t murder the man who was like a father to me?”
“I just . . . I have some morals.” “So do I.” His eyes narrowed. “And they don’t exist for your convenience,” he spat. “They don’t bend or change based on what you want or need at the time, Nita.”
Sometimes she could see the monster inside him. And sometimes he made her see the monster inside herself.
She wondered if Kovit had crushed the man’s voice box so she wouldn’t have to hear the screaming. It was considerate, in a horrible kind of way.
She felt like she’d known him for ages, the darkness of his eyes more familiar to her than her own.
It looked like a modern art sculptor had been trying to design a building that said we’re watching you, but you can watch us too, because everything was glass and mirrors and giant black security cameras like warts. The artist had failed, because all the building did was say we had a really weird architect, please don’t look, this is embarrassing.
“Never trust that the police have your best interests in mind.”
fuck 12
“You don’t like the sound of her screams? Or is it just any screams you didn’t cause yourself?”
“I will do anything for you, Kovit, but you have to promise me it won’t break us.”
Kovit swallowed. “Adair can deal with the bodies—” “Adair,” Nita hissed, “is going to be one of the bodies soon.”
