“You,” I say again, turning back to her. “You have something to explain. And if this is what I’m starting to think it is, you won’t need him to kill you. Because I fucking will.”
I don’t know how I feel.
I don’t know howtofeel.
Because fuck it all to hell.
If my suspicions are true…
It was easier when I thought he was a rapist who needed to die.
Because without that, I have nothing to stand on.
If he didn’t hurt her… that means there is no reason to hate him.
But I want to.
I want to hate him so badly.
For the simple fact that he is a Markev.
But I cannot punish him for his name… for his blood…
So what the hell do I do now?
I close my eyes and tilt my face to the sky.
When I open them again, I trace the few stars that manage to pierce the darkness above this island, though they are blurred because I am fighting the urge to cry.
If these two see me cry, I might as well end myself here and now.
I hear Talia’s composure finally collapse as she starts sobbing.
But she is nothing more than background noise to me at this point.
“This is getting old very fast,” I say, still staring upward.
I finally look back at them, and Markev is watching me intently, something uneasy flickering across his face.
“I… I don’t know what you heard,” she cries. “He asked me to come out here, to talk.”
Markev turns to her so fast it’s almost jarring, and the softness in his face vanishes.
But it is me who speaks.
“Just stop fucking lying!” I say, my voice rising with every word until the last is almost a shout.
My calm is gone.
Completely gone.
I am spiralling, and I know it.
Markev moves, a blade flashing into his hand, and in the next moment it is pressed to her throat.
“I strongly encourage you to speak,” he says quietly, nudging the blade just to break the surface, a thin line of red appearing beneath it. “Last chance before I cut a vein. What did you do?”
Her body starts to tremble, and the sound that leaves her is barely human.
