My voice sounds like a stuck-in-the-mud robot as I say, “Briiiiii-marrrrrrrr.”
He glances up at just the right moment, his eyes locking in on the catapulted scissors, and quick like a cat, he lifts his beefy hand in front of his face, only for the scissors to impale right into the meat of his palm.
And like a dart stuck in the bullseye, the scissors stick where they penetrated.
“Oh, dear Jesus.” Bile rises to the top of my throat.
“Fuck,” Keller says, setting his stuff down and going over to Brimar, as Lara runs off for a first aid kit.
“I stabbed him,” I yell as I hop off the couch and start running in place. “Oh God, I stabbed him.”
Keller lowers Brimar’s hand on his lap and calls out to Lara, “Grab some towels.”
I shake my hands in front of me. “I’m a murderer. Bloodshed is on my name.” I grip my forehead. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t aiming for... oh God.” I dry-heave. “It’s just, it’s just sticking straight up.”
I get down on my knees next to Brimar and grip his chair.
“What can I do?” When my eyes fall to the impaled part of his palm, I dry-heave again, and again. “It’s just so disgusting. I’m sorry, but oh God, that’s so vile.”
“Lilly, maybe take a step back,” Keller says as I dry-heave again. Lara arrives with the first aid kit and towels.
“Are you going to take it out?” I ask, hovering now. “I think you should take him to the hospital. Don’t you think? I almost murdered him. There has to be some sort of penance for that. Is there? Does it go on my record? Do royals have records? Oh God, you’re just going to pull it out? Wait, is his blood bubbling? Why is it bubbling?”
“Lilly, please step back,” Keller says.
“I’m sorry, I’m just—I can’t believe this happened. I mean, it was headed right for his face, and thenBAM, his palm caught it. What if his palm didn’t catch the scissors, what if...” My voice trails off as the worst-case scenario hits me straight in the chest. “What if—what if it impaled his eye?”
That does me in.
I can’t hold it back.
My stomach revolts.
My body shakes.
And then, in seconds, I puke all over Keller’s back just as he pulls the scissors out of Brimar’s palm. The smell of the puke, the sound of Brimar’s pain, and blood bubbling over his hand... it’s more than I can take.
The world fades around me.
And my body crashes to the floor.
ChapterSixteen
KELLER
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Lilly’s vomit seeps into my shirt, her body’s lifeless on the floor, and I have a pair of bloody scissors in my hand.
“I’m fine,” Brimar says. “Take care of her. I think she cracked her head on the side of the table.”
“Shit,” I say, unsure of what to fucking do with the puke on my back other than losing the shirt. I take the scissors and cut a slit at the collar of my shirt, and then, like the fucking Hulk, I rip the shirt open and say, “Lara, help me take this off.”
She peels it off my back, gathering the puke, and then takes it to the kitchen, where she throws it out.
I turn toward Lilly, who’s lying lifeless on the floor, and I gently examine her, rolling her to her side, where I find a gash on her forehead. The exact spot where she got hit in the head with the broom. The wound has reopened.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I reach for the first aid kit. “Lara, take care of Brimar.”
“Sure thing,” she says as we both grab for gauze in the first aid kit.
