“Dammit, Crystal!” Zoey shouted from the squishy recliner. What the hell was she waiting for? It didn’t matter-I inched closer, raised the dagger, and plunged it into her back. Zoey was still except for her long blond tresses fluttering in the breeze as she stared into the distance. I unsheathed my blade and closed the distance between us, steps stealthy and silent. God knew she’d stabbed me in the back enough times that killing her now wouldn’t even the score. Sinking a blade into her back would be the most gratifying way to take her down, anyway. Not after what she did.Ī dagger should do it. Well, trust me-she didn’t deserve my mercy. I sounded like some homicidal maniac, didn’t I? I could shoot her, but my trembling fingers couldn’t guarantee my aim. We weren’t high enough from the ground, so it would depend on how she landed. How should I do it? I could shove her over the balcony’s edge, but that wouldn’t guarantee a kill. My fingertips tingled as I slinked closer, the desire for vengeance flooding my veins. Rotting tree stumps littered the field below, but nobody lurked in the shadows. She was oblivious to my presence, gazing over the stone balcony toward the forest. Heat simmered in my belly as I crept up behind her.
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