Elias’ grin deepens. “Yep.”
Logan inhales. “And in what world did you think any part of your plan would work out?”
“In this world. In this world, once I get the message I’m waiting for.”
There’s something about the smirk on Elias’ face, and Logan’s sad attempt at bluffing, that’s begun to grate on me. Elias with those sparkling white teeth that remind me of the stewardess’ mouth, which I was about two seconds away from bashing in yesterday. I’d like to do the same now, except not with my fist. With a gun aimed right at his smirking face.
I cross the room and stop inches from him.
“What… what do you want?” he asks tersely.
“Get up.”
He gulps. “We’re… we’re just… just waiting for the message.”
“Don’t give a fuck. Get up.”
“I’m pretty sure youwillgive a fuck. Please…”
Before he can finish his sentence, I’ve grasped him by his shirt collar, and I’m holding him up, his feet dangling a few inches from the ground. He’s tall, but I’m taller, and he doesn’t stand a chance against me. Especially not with the rage that’s coursing through my veins.
“Please…” he begins again.
I grasp the gun from under his belt and point it at his head, marveling at how easy it was to take his power from him.
“Give me one good reason not to kill you right now,” I thunder.
“The message…” he squeaks.
“The message. Right.”
I put my finger on the trigger. He blanches.
“Please… I’m not kidding… I have something to tell you…”
“You have three seconds to spit it out before I decorate these walls with your brain.”
“The… the…”
I can feel him sweating profusely, and beads of moisture slidedown his temples.
“Three…” I begin threateningly.
“The message is…”
“Two…”
“Oh God, okay… I’m about to receive it… please wait… the grave… the girl…”
“One…”
“Okay, okay! Seraphina Connor is alive!”
6
Seraphina
The first thing I’m aware of, even before I open my eyes, is the splitting headache at the base of my skull.
