I shake my head. The woman needs a good spanking, and wouldn’t you believe it? I know the perfect man for the job. All Theo and I need to do is convince him to drop this wholefriendbullshit he’s clinging onto.
Later, I tell myself as I brace for whatever hare-brained scheme she’s just cooked up.
“Do any of you know how to make a Molotov cocktail?”
I’m not sure what I expected out of her mouth, but it definitely wasn’tthat.
Anthony doesn’t even blink. “Of course, but I don’t think you can set the zombies on fire; they’re too… wet.” He wrinkles his nose in disgust.
“Oh, that’s a good point. If we were to set them alight, we’d probably need to throw accelerant or something first,” Ollie answers just as easily, like they’re just talking about the weather and not setting things on bloodyfire. Again.
Anthony nods. “That’s fair, and we might have enough to make at least a dozen Molotovs. How many do you want?”
Oh, fuck no.
“No one is making bloody Molotov cocktails or setting shit on fire,” I snap before Ollie can say anything else. “You’re just asking for trouble if you do that.” Between the overgrown forest that extends beyond Haven and the wooden wall, it’s an out-of-control fire just waiting to happen. Our only saving grace would be that it’s been raining off and on for the past few weeks, meaning everything’s soaked.
“You’re right,” Ollie says and for a moment, I think we’re done with this pyromaniac’s wet dream. Until she opens her mouth again. “I’m going to ask Rhys. He should know some cool explosive shit.”
“Wait, no—” I reach out to stop her, but she’s down the ladder in seconds. “Fuck.” This bloody woman is going to be the death of me.
Anthony laughs. “I like her. She’s great.”
I glare at him. “Don’t encourage her,” I grumble before following her, frustration bubbling in my chest. While I understand that this reckless streak is a part of her, I can’t shake the icy fear and dread that trickles down my spine at the idea of her getting hurt.
I’ve only just got her; I’ll be damned if I lose her.
Reminder to self: find a pair of handcuffs so I can cuff her to me the next time she has one of these dangerous ideas.
Light It Up
Theo
Ollie being a delightfullittle pyromaniac was definitely not on my bingo card this year. Not that it should surprise me, considering this isn’t the first time she’s set zombies on fire. Although from the matching scowls on Alex and Rhys’s faces, I’m the only one truly appreciating it.
“No, princess,” Rhys says with a hard voice. “That’s an insane plan.”
Alex grunts in agreement. He’s standing next to Rhys, arms crossed over his chest while doing his best impression of a pissed-off bear.
“But do you think it’d work?” Ollie prods, not giving up on her idea.
Rhys sighs and rakes a hand through his hair. “Maybe if we can get enough bottles of flammable liquid to throw while also having enough to make Molotovs with. And even then, it’s no guarantee that enough of the horde can be doused to offset the rot and rain to light them up. That’sall without considering if we have people who can throw far enough away.”
Ollie listens to him, her head tilted to the side and a contemplative look on her face. “Well, the throwing issue is easy to solve. Just have Alex throw them.”
“What?” Alex sputters, gaping at her. “Why the bloody hell would I be the right choice forthat?”
“Because you’re a rugby player. You know how to throw things.”
“Rugby balls. I know how totoss a rugby ball, not a bloody bottle that’s filled with flammable liquid and set on fire! Not to mention it’s a completely different technique!”
I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing at the incredulous expression on Alex’s face as he rants at Ollie. Ollie, meanwhile, just stands there and shrugs.
“You could throw it like a rugby ball.”
Alex growls and turns his attention to Rhys. “I swear to fuck if you don’t sort this friendship bullshit out and spank her ass—”
He’s cut off by a shrill scream.
