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I kick the door to our bus closed, heading straight for the fridge and pulling out a can of Coke. I know that if I have any alcohol right now, it won’t help with the clarity that I need in order to decipher everything right now.
“Kill…” Kyrin says. “You need to think long and hard about what it is I know you’re thinking.”
I take a swig of my drink just as Keaton comes down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It’s been good having Dove out of the bus, but losing King in here was a loss I don’t think any of us were really prepared for.
“The fuck is the slamming for?” Keaton growls, dropping down onto the chair at the table.
“There’s something up with Saskia. There’s more to her.” That’s all I’ve got right now.
Keaton rolls his eyes, ru
Ky looks back at me, bored. “If she isn’t who she says she is, we’ll just kill her. Now can I please go to bed? Fuck. We have a long ass trip tomorrow, and since Justice is all in love with Delila, we have to all do the driving ourselves.”
Kyrin threatening someone’s life should never be taken lightly. Because he will. Kyrin is a weapon and one of Kiznitch’s best-kept secrets because of the way he goes about his kills. Though that part isn’t really a secret. He leaves a brand on every single person he takes.
“We can’t fucking kill her,” I reply, bored with Kyrin’s lack of imagination. Kyrin is black and white. He doesn’t see grays or colors, or fucking lines or barriers. See where I, I look for opportunities. For games. That doesn’t mean that I have a problem putting someone down, it just means that I’m more histrionic about it.
“Why not?” Ky shrugs, opening a pack of potato chips and tossing some into his mouth.
“Because she’s close to Perse,” Keaton adds, as if that should simmer Kyrin.
It doesn’t.
“So? She ain’t my girl, so why should I give a fuck about upsetting her.”
“Yeah?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “And what about King?”
Kyrin rolls his eyes, knowing that I’m right.
“It’s settled. We won’t be killing Saskia. No flesh removal is needed…”
Kyrin glares up at me from thick lashes. “Yet.”