Hilda led us down here for a reason, and I’m way more inclined to trust a pigeon over a man who fell asleep on watch.
I pull back, straightening as I look down at him.
‘How about I look after ya instead, hmm? A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be wandering alone around these parts.’
I roll my eyes.
‘Don’t be a bitch. I’m only helping yer.’
The insults are always the same. Bitch, whore, cunt, they're always as pathetic as the last.
‘That all you could come up with?’ I ask, batting my eyelashes.
‘Now listen here, little girl.’ And what is it with the belittling shit? I’d hardly call being somewhere in my early twenties and eight months pregnantlittle. ‘I’ll let you off since you’ve clearly gotten lost. So come here.’ He says, tapping his thigh.
I laugh.
‘What yer laughin at?’ His overgrown eyebrows pull together and an irritated glint takes over him.
Jeez I don’t know. Maybe the fact that this slopping piece of shit seriously thinks that I’m so naive that I will just waddle over and do whatever he says. I look down my nose at him, ‘You.’
That does it, not that I'm surprised. Wounding a man's ego usually doesn’t take very long and is disappointingly predictable. Although I hate to give him any credit, Liam was always a good sport about it. Shame he had to fucking leave like the asshole I knew he was.
‘Big mistake, girl.’ The man on watch gets up, his legs unsteady, and I give a subtle shake of my head at Liz, who's ready to pounce. ‘I’m gonna make yer man watch as I tie you up and have my way with yer.’
‘Not my man,’ I throw out there because I'm petty and pissed off.
He laughs, licking his lips. ‘Yer the reason he’s down here aren’t ye.’
Well that’s just fucking rude. He didn’t just run away, he fucking told everyone about it as well. What is he, some evil mastermind down here?
‘Bet he’ll never see this coming. Just like he never saw her coming.’
‘Her? Who the fuck isher?’ I seethe.
It only causes him to laugh further and my heart breaks a little at the thought of Liam with another.
That’s it, I’m done.
‘It’s alright, I can be yer shoulder to cry on. I’ll even let yo—’
I don’t let him finish his sentence as I slice the edge of my blade across his neck. A river of red streams from the cut, drenching his front in the sticky liquid.
He tries to cover the wound, to somehow seal the fatal cut but it’s pointless. I know how to slit someone's throat, I’ve done it too many times to count. Nevertheless, the sight is always as breathtaking as the last. I mean, literally for them, since in a matter of seconds they are choking on their own blood.
They always try to speak but it only comes out as gurgles.
It’s quite poetic if you ask me.
I watch the moment the girls must come into view behind me, emerging from the shadows like the vultures they are. His wide eyes flick between each of our masked faces, the last thing he will ever see.
‘Isla,’ Fauna says my name. Her tone is cautious and I know she heard what he said — they all did. ‘Liam wouldn’t do that.’
‘You don’t know that.’ I try to even the emotion in my voice, but it still shakes despite my efforts.
And then we hear it, the distinct sound of a feminine voice.
And I see red.
