Marshall spits the red liquid from his mouth next to Bianca’s shoes, but still keeps the neutral expression on his face.
“Now,” she continues, putting her hands around his throat, “tell me exactly what thatthingthat you created contains.”
“Never!” Marshall smirks. “It’ll die with me.”
Chapter 22
Two weeks
“As if it’s the first time I hear this lie,” I spit the hate words at Marshall.
“Anmara, dear,” he says as he sets his gaze on me.
The same expression he always wore when we were together. Every time he said he cared about me, every time he said he loved me, when he proposed… along with almost the same words.
Until death do us part, Anmara. I promise you.
“Don’t call medear,” I say, and before my fist could hit his already mutilated face, Lucas stops me, making me angrier.
I look at him with the most frightening expression of mine, but what I see in his green eyes makes me remove the frown from my forehead. I see something that I didn’t think I would see.
He knows.
He followed me around for so long… he surely knows. I can see it clearer than anyone in this room in the most diffuse light.
But… how?
“Maybe later, Anmara,” he whispers to me, his breath hitting the bottom of my neck and giving me sweet chills. “I will let you do the honours only if you know for sure that is whatyouwant, but now we need him.”
However much I could protest, he is right.
Maybe after all this craziness, I could have a normal, authentic romantic story, with real feelings, no empty talk or distant gazes. A story full of real love, of nice caresses, touches in every curve of my body, of amazing orgasms… with Lucas, because, however much I could deny it, I am attracted to him like a fucking magnet.
“I know you need me. Otherwise, I would’ve ended up 1000 meters below ground already,” Marshall says, interrupting my erotic thoughts. “I’m aware of that, but I cannot say anything about the formula. It’s more valuable than my life, and all that I want is a drop of normality, however incoherent I might sound now, or how little you trust what I say," he says, making me roll my eyes.
I don’t know if I should believe the words he gets out of that miserable mouth, but I let him continue. Maybe he’ll tell us something useful too, not just nonsense.
“I know all of you read what I wrote. Bianca wouldn’t have done this otherwise," he says, pointing with his head to his body. “Also, if I were to give you the formula, everybody would know it and would profit off of it and wouldn’t be my property, so I prefer it to die with me than be others’ slave. To create drugs for others, it’s one thing, but sharing my unfinished life-long project… it was my mistake that I trusted the wrong people with some test doses and samples. Otherwise, I would’ve been the only person who had the prototypes, and nobody would’ve known about their existence.”
“Wait, what do you mean by prototypes?” Bianca asks. “Are there more variants?”
“Finally, someone who can speak the same language as me,” Marshall smiles. “Would you like to play with another tong…”
“If you continue your idea, you won’t have a tongue to get that bullshit out of your mouth with,” Bianca cuts him off.
I love how the exchange of words doesn’t affect me. It’s not like the man in front of me should’ve been my husband, and his tongue ended up in all the possible places on…
Okay, it’s not the right time to think about this stuff now. It didn’t even go into all parts of my body. Not where Lucas’s went.
Oh, and how good it felt…
Really, Anora, shut up!Myown imagination is enough.
“What do you want to say through that, Marshall?” I ask, starting to panic.
“I want to say that every set of dozens has the ingredients in different quantities, more or less. Each one of them can be more lethal for the body, can have a stronger effect, can last longer, can become what I wished for and…”
“To last longer?” Lucas interrupts him. “You’re saying it has an expiration date?”
