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Magda had also been responsible for Turning both me and Evan against our will. Some women might buy you a shirt or cologne. Sam would kill your ex for you.
There was a sigh that – annoyingly – had a trace of amusement in it. “Come here, baby.” “No.” I was quite comfortable where I was. “Why?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I don’t need a reason.” “Come on, come to me.” “I’m busy.” “You’re going to end up with a red mark on your head.” “So will you if you don’t shut the fuck up.” He chuckled. “That’s my girl. Now come over here.”
Sam shook her head at me. “You are so bloody stubborn.” Was she kidding? “Baby, three words: pot, kettle, black.” “I’m not stubborn, I’m tenacious – it’s a gift and a curse.” “It’s a pain in my ass, that’s what it is. Like earlier when I said –” “Why are you bringing up old shit? You’re always doing it. Like a plunger.”
It seemed that people had a habit of underestimating my blunt, crazy, homicidal ray of sunshine.
“Of course she is,” he said dryly, smiling. “You’re a pair of interfering little shits, you know.”
Jude came forward, her expression oddly calculating. “I, um, just wanted to ask…would it be so bad if I slit Eloise’s throat?” She was totally serious. Jude did love her knife and would latch onto any excuse to use it.
“I’d quite like to kill her,” I told Jared with all seriousness.
“Let’s go home. Apparently I need to give all my bottled up emotions an outlet; killing Magda all over again on the PlayStation will make me feel better.” I smiled back, in the best mood after just watching her slap-down Collins and Eloise. “Sure thing, my homicidal psycho.”
How could I not relish the utter shock on Eloise’s face just then? I slung the huge pole aside. “Go help the squad, Jared. This bitch is mine.” Jared sighed at Eloise, shaking his head sadly. “You really should have known better.” He then smiled at me. I could sense his amusement. “Have fun, baby.”
She gave me a grateful look. “I have to wonder if he’s curious about how much my whip hurts. Surely common sense told him that this is not the right time to wind me up.”
She laughed. “We should thank Antonio for playing cupid. I’ve got some matchmaking games of my own to plan.” Her smile was impish. “Want to play?” “What did you have in mind? Or should I say, who?”
