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“Deadly.”
NO CAN DO, FUCKEROO
‘I SEE RED’ – EVERYBODY LOVES AN OUTLAW
KOOKABURRA
“The doctor wants to see you,” Nightshade says when we exit the elevator back into the facility.
“Satan?”
He smirks. “No. Sara Callaway.” At my blank look he sighs. “The real doctor. In the infirmary…that means hospital wing, by the way.”
“Look, I might not be smart enough to discern the difference between poison and a corked wine, but I was clever enough to kill over a hundred people, so give me some credit.”
“Weren’t clever enough to avoid getting caught though, were you?”
“Hello black pot, have you met the kettle?”
“But we weren’t questioning my intelligence.”
“Whatever.” The corner of my lips twitch against my will. “How do I find the medical room?”
He shrugs and it’s infuriating. “You’ve been there before.”
I cross my arms and glare at him. “May have escaped your notice but I was almost dying when I was taken there. For the third time in under twenty four hours, might I point out. Don’t think I don’t know what you were really trying to do with that wire around my throat!”
“Please,” he scoffs. “If I wanted you dead, you would have been by now. I could have just let that poison do its thing.”
“Why did you work so hard to save me anyway?”
“Are you kidding me? Do you know how long it’s been since I even had a sniff of a cunt?” His crude language sends tingles to my pussy, and there’s nothing I’d like more than for him to have asniffof it…and maybe a taste too.
“So that’s it? You enjoyed fucking me and didn’t want it to end?”
“Do I prefer fucking your warm responsive body over your cold dead corpse? Yes.” His insinuation that he’d fuck me dead or alive shouldn’t turn me on, but damn, it does. I love a psychopath, and Night ticks all the boxes for me.
“And that’s the only reason?” I push, cocking my head and trying to sniff out his bullshit.
“It’s what I said, isn’t it,” he replies firmly, a look of irritation passing across his beautifully sinister features.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do. I want to know the truth,” I insist. I’m one step away from stomping my feet to get what I want. What’s wrong with me? I’m usually a stab first, asked questions later kind of girl. Why can’t I seem to let this go?
“Why?” he counters.
I hesitate, then decide to just be honest. “Because…I want you to be someone I can trust.”
“That’s not possible.” His tone is emphatic.
“Why not?” I frown.
“Well first of all, look where we are. This is an asylum for psychos. You shouldn’t trustanyonein here. And second of all, you definitely shouldn’t trust me because I’m a monster.”
“How so?” I mean, we’re all monsters here, right? What is it about Night that makes him think he’s more monstrous than the rest of us?
