by Colleen Foley
I’d feigned sleep while Seth had disabled my
gun, then pretended surprise when I’d fired at him after he told me
what I’d already guessed at and not wanted to face.
He’d blathered about genetics and vaccines, as if he thought I’d actually care.
iron knife bit into his right shoulder, above the collar bone, exactly
where I wanted it. I watched Seth bleed for a moment, his eyes
fluttering as the sedative on the blade worked.
“Now, we’re going to address this. And you will not lie to me. Or I will put you in the ground myself.”