Fiona blinks back at me, mouth ajar.
Maybe I shouldn’t have told her my intentions.
Before me, before Salem, there washim. I’m sure she’d loved him once and has fond memories of their time together. Those memories could be what sustained her during the worst of what she’s been through.
But I can’t ignore the flicker of desire that sparks at the thought of confiding this dark knowledge in Fiona. I want her to know how far I’d go to make him pay for what he’s done.
He will suffer.
By my hands.
There’s also something to be said about being my true self. I had to wear a mask for so long, and I don’t know if I can go back to that.
“I can’t abide his presence in this city,” I tell her. “So whatever feelings you have for him, I suggest you get them sorted now. If you’d like, I can deliver a message to him and I’llallow him to read it before I cut off his eyelids and pluck his eyeballs from their sockets.”
Fiona suddenly realizes that her marshmallow is a burning ball and yanks it from the flame.
“Here’s another.” I dig into the bag to replace the one that’s burnt.
“No, this is fine. They’re best with bark.”
“Bark? Isn’t that a grilling term?”
“Yeah, it’s a crust.” She makes the s’more and takes a bite out of it, moaning as she chews.
The fact that she’s moved past me torturing her ex is…confusing.
“Do you have his apartment number?”
“We were in 412 before he sold me to Salem.”
“Are you lying to me?”
“You’re the last person I’d lie to,” she scoffs. “I doubt he’s even there anymore. He took me to Salem a few weeks after the apocalypse. He could be dead.”
Her expression is unreadable, which for some reason infuriates me just as much as it confuses me.
Life was easier before I had these problems.
She looks over at me, her green eyes reflecting the flames. “Do you think he’s still alive?”
“Cockroaches have been known to survive in the most inhospitable environment.”
She nods.
“Does it bother you that I intend to kill him?”
“Not really.”
“The men I ran with have been searching through buildings all over town. For the most part, we leave the men as long as they don’t pose a threat. My big worry is that he’s teamed up with the Vultures. It will be hard to get to him if he has.”
“The men Caspian was working with?”
“Yeah.” I frown. “I should have never called you in. I should have just taken you to the Keep.”
“What would they have done with me?”
“You would have been inspected and then given a comfortable place to stay. Eventually, you’d have been assigned a Keeper to take care of you.”
