Yeah. Not a very positive outlook on life between the four of us.
No matter.
I can carry this.
“Guys, yesterday was the best day of my life,” I say. “I refuse to end this roller coaster in a crash, okay?”
“Whatever you say, Skye,” Nathaniel says.
Oh, goddamn it.
“How about we go down to the basement and each try to kill Mark for fun?” I blurt. That gets their attention. All three pairs of eyes lock on me, sharp and focused. “Death said he’s basically… immortal. Wouldn’t it be fun? To torment the fucker a little? He has to come with us for the hunt anyway.”
“Come with us?” Talon echoes. “How come?”
I cross my arms over my chest. Cassian’s expression shifts. I’d say he looks excited by the idea, but that’s too strong a word.
“Do you have a better plan?” I ask. “Leave him here without food or water while we’re gone for who knows how long?”
“I mean, if the dude can’t die…” Talon trails off.
That shuts me up for a moment. I mean… yeah. Maybe he’ll basically turn into a mummy—desiccate from the inside, then pop back to life once he gets a hamburger.
“If someone breaks into the hospital while we’re gone, he could be discovered,” Nathaniel murmurs.
“I don’t know about you, but that’s a chance I’m willing to take,” Talon replies.
Nathaniel just stares at him.
“I don’t take chances.”
And… that basically settles it.
“Mark’s coming with us, then,” I say. Then I look at each of them again. “So what do you say? Want to test the extent of his immortality?”
A little voice of reason tells me I shouldn’t be suggesting it. Death told me to be a good little pawn and merge myself back with Pain instead of insisting on revenge, but so what? Death isn’t here, can’t help me. He only throws problems at me like I’m a genie in a bottle.
Besides, my boys look at me like I’ve just suggested we go bowling. So that’s a win.
Cassian is the first to move. He straightens slowly, rolling his shoulders back, the map forgotten for the moment.
“Who knows?” he muses. “This might be for the best.”
“His immortality?” I cock a brow.
“I want to know how much he can take,” he says.
Figures.
Nathaniel closes his notebook with a snap.
“We don’t have much time,” he says. “We’ll need to leave soon.”
“All the more reason to indulge a little,” I purr at him.
He’s hit with the same memory I am. Oh—me, him, and the needle. Never would’ve guessed a sentence like that could make my cunt clench on a regular basis, but here we are.
Talon drags a hand over his face, pacing once, then twice. “I’m not against it,” he says slowly. “I just want it on record that this is a dumbass idea. A fun dumbass idea. But still dumb.”
