I’ve skinned a man alive. I’ve been stabbed four times, and I’ve defused a bomb with three seconds on the clock. Yet none of that is even close to how I feel right now. Effie was right, I do kill people for fun, but a little dancing? Fucking terrifying. “You look like a goddamn chicken, loosen up a bit.” Stella laughs and my jaw clenches, wanting to put my fist through a wall.
