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I would fight with everything I had.
He would kill me before I lived like that again.
The sounds of fighting grew closer, distracting Manuel.
He stood, cursing, "Puta de madra. That asshole made it this far." He sounded genuinely surprised. He pulled a gun from his side and stood at the door, waiting, his whole focus on that.
It gave me the chance I needed. Willing everything inside me, I twisted, turning my body to fall to the floor.
"Tatiana," he growled out, "what are you doing?"
Ignoring him, I crawled on my hands and knees towards his desk.
The sound of guns shooting towards the end of the hallway distracted him, and, gathering every ounce of strength inside me, I lunged to my feet.
I grabbed the letter opener from his desk and swiveled towards him.
His laughter burned something inside me. "My little bird, going to kill me with that baby knife?" he sneered, his eyes alight with humor. God, I hated how he enjoyed this. Enjoyed my attempts to be strong.
"Tell me," he mused, "how are you even managing to move?"
I smiled, taking a step towards him, staring down my death in its face. I was going to kill this bastard if it was the last thing I ever did in my life.
Not only for my own sake, but for Honey. For Knight.
For the women he'd hurt in the past, and all the future women he would hurt.
"I've been taking deathstalker poison. In small amounts. Just enough to become immune to it."
"Then why let me torture you?"
"Unfortunately, it takes a minute to release its hold over me." I took another determined step towards him, though pain shot through my system with every step. I would die before I went back to that life.
"And the tattoo? Why not kill me then?"
"Honey," I said simply. I would do whatever it took to save her. "I needed to know where she was, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to find her if I killed you first."
He ... laughed. The sound loud and boisterous in the room, filling the space around and inside me. Growling, I stumbled towards him.
"You think you could ever kill me? You can barely even move." His laughter grew louder. "Don't you know, Tatiana? I'm el diablo. The devil. And the devil can't be killed, not by someone so small and insignificant as you."
His rancor and disgust filled me, starting with my legs and up to my knees, giving them strength to straighten. Up my thighs and chest, filling my rage and indignation. It flushed my face with anger, sizzling into my arms and fingers.
I hated him I hated him I hated him.
"I hate you!" It bellowed from my mouth in a loud roar. I jumped through the air, my body moving automatically in a motion I'd practiced a thousand times.
I landed perfectly in front of him, my arm already swinging before his face could finish switching from laughter to surprise.
I aimed for the temporal lobe, the softest part of his head. The sickening sound of the letter opener sliding through the softest part of his skull made a satisfaction fill me.
His eyes widened in surprise, his gaze meeting mine. For a brief moment, our gazes locked, and the sounds of fighting outside stilled.
It was silent, frozen in time.
And it felt...peaceful.
Then, the edges of his lips trickled upward. One last smile before he fell to the floor, dead.
