AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Tick-fucking-tock, Gail!” I roar. “Twenty-five seconds! I dunno, he’s looking pretty fucking pale to me, you crazy bitch.”
“Shut up! SHUT. UP!”
“His heart is going to stop in ten seconds.”
She’s panting, her shoulders heaving as she hyperventilates.
“The blood of the innocent…wickedness. The sins of the world. And I shall fear no evil…”
The river of crazy words starts burbling out of her again, and my lips curl wickedly.
“TEN. FUCKING. SECONDS. GAIL! It’s now or never! If he dies, you can fucking say goodbye to your goddamn beloved—”
“NOOO!”
There it is.
That’s it.
That’s her breaking.
And suddenly, Gail makes her move. She bolts for the first aid kit. But I’m faster. And the second that fucking gun leaves Una’s head, I’m rushing across the room as fast as I can.
I hit Gail so hard, I feel something snap in her spine as we go crashing into the wall behind her with a sickening, wetscrunch-ing sound. Gail gurgles and chokes, and suddenly goes limp against me.
I frown, pulling back before I stiffen.
The end of the big spike that’s been pinning Seamus’s dead, decaying feet to the wall is now protruding clean through Gail’s ripped-open neck. Her eyes go dim.
Then it’s over.
It’s all over.
I grab Una, yanking off the gag her as she sobs and shakes.
“Please!” she chokes. “Help them!”
I rush to Neve, but she wrenches away from me the second I pull her gag off and start working on freeing her wrists.
“GET ARES!!!” she screams in a voice that breaks my heart. “GET HIM! GET HIM!!” Fuck, she believed me.
“Neve, he’s fine—”
“FUCK YOU!” she sobs. “GET HIM—!”
“NEVE,” I hiss, grabbing her face in my hands as our eyes lock. “I’m fucking crazy. But I’m notthatfucking crazy.”
I stand and walk over to where Ares is writhing on the cross and yank his gag off.
“You fuckingPSYCHOIrish motherfucker!!” he spits at me, blood still leaking out of his leg.
I grin. “I’ll give you that one.”
I don’t give him any warning. I just reach down and yank the knife out of his thigh, making him groan as a fresh wave of blood spills out. His face is chalk white as he stares down at the wound.
“Is that seriously my fucking femoral artery!?”
I chuckle quietly. “If it was, Ares, you’d already be dead.” I kick open the first aid kit I threw over earlier, letting the band-aids, a roll of gauze, a pack of aspirin, and a fucking pair of nail clippers roll out. “And you wouldn’t get saved by a fucking band-aid.”
