I stared at him, my mind going blank. How could he be so calm right now? I threw the rag down and fell back against the wall. The curtain over the window spilled across my face. I shoved them back in annoyance. “Fuck!”
Sebastian sat with me while I sobbed into my knees. This was all so fucked. Glenn would have told me what I needed to know, probably, at some point, if we hadn’t dumped fucking bleach down his throat.
What had we done?
We were monsters.
Iwas a monster.
I knew there was something suspicious about that red can and chose not to question it.
“I’m partial to blueberry.”
“Evie, is that why you came back? Revenge?”
I looked up, wiping the tears from my face. Pain and disappointment flashed across his expression. It put a pit in my stomach that twisted until painful, but I couldn’t lie to him.
“Yes,” I murmured.“I’m going to kill every last one of them.”
His expression deflated, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he nodded. “All right, then let’s do this.” He slapped his thighs and stood.
I stared up at him. “What do you mean?”
He offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet. “You’re here for revenge. You want to find out the truth about what happened to your mom?”
I nodded, sniffling and continuing to wipe my face.
“Then we’re going to do that. Let’s find all those fuckers who hurt her.”
“And kill them?” I asked, my words hopeful. In my heart, I knew killing was wrong. I was upset about the man on my floor right now. I didn’t crave random death. I just craved theirs.
He nodded.
“You’re going to help me? You realize that…we will—we could—” I couldn’t say it, but his green eyes shone with understanding. We very well might die doing this.
“Yes. But first, let’s dispose of this one.”
“Where?” I blurted, shaking my head. “This wasn’t the plan. If I’d known—”
“Shh…” Sebastian pulled me into his arms. “It’s okay. No more tears. Especially not because of that bastard. He was about to rape you. Have you forgotten already?”
My gaze shot to Glenn, wearing only his socks.
Oh, right. How had he phrased it?
He was going to split me in half.
I curled my lip, suddenly less guilty about his murder.
Like father, like son, I supposed.
“Let’s get him dressed. We’ll figure it out from there.”
We worked together to pull his clothes back on. Once we were finished, Sebastian tossed him over his shoulder with a loud groan.
“Do you have a vehicle? I’d rather not put him in mine.”
“Just the moving van.” I shrugged.
