I?" Lakyn asks, flashing a grin as he shifts to the side, and I can see him tapping the flat of the blade against the underside of Aftyn's dick when he glances at me. "And, Red, didn't I tell him that he'd need to be faster than me if he wanted to make a move?"
"You did," I reply, unable to bite back the smile that spreads over my lips as Aftyn tries to look tough even though the panic is written all over his wide-eyes and tense body language.
"See? I even warned you, kid, but it looks like you're still not ready to challenge me." Lakyn's arm moves a bit and Aftyn lifts onto his toes, and I can't help but hold my breath at the possibilities. "Time to make a choice. Sure you wanna fight me, kid?"
Keeping his jaw clenched tight, Aftyn drops the knife to the floor, staring at the wall as he lifts his hands. Chuckling, Lakyn moves the blade away and smacks Aftyn upside the head hard enough to send him stumbling forward.
"That's what I thought. Clean up the fucking mess you made and put that bitch in the bathroom." Dropping back into the chair, Lakyn sets my knife next to him on the table and picks up his cigarette to pull in another lungful of smoke. "Don't even think about it, kid, or this time I'll cut your balls off so you don't try to use them again."
Was Aftyn actually looking at the knife on the ground? Idiot.
I have no idea how Aftyn has survived as long as he has with such poor instincts. Lakyn gave him a pass, but the second he stepped away Aftyn was eyeing the fucking blade like he stood a single chance.
Please let me kill him, Lakyn. I promise I'll make you proud.
"Better get a move on, kid. Time's ticking away." Lakyn grins, lounging back in the chair as Aftyn finally turns away from him.
It doesn't take long for him to yank the ruined comforter and sheets from under the mattress, tossing them over the priestess' mangled corpse, but the wad of twisted, bloody fabric is too big for him to get his arms around it.
Sighing, I test my injured leg, and it seems to be able to hold my weight now, even though it hurts like a bitch. I'll get my chance to kill Aftyn eventually, or I'll get to watch Lakyn do it, and honestly I don't care much which direction things go—I just plan on being the last one standing when Lakyn Meyer is done with this reunion trip. Until then, I slap the sweet smile back on my face and limp over to the bed, grabbing the end of the pile that holds her legs. "Get the other end. I'll help."
"I don't need your fucking help." Aftyn doesn't even look at me as he sniffles, swiping under his nose. He's crying, and he's not hiding it well. When he finally manages to get his arms around the other end where her torso is hidden in layers of cheap cotton, it's clear he can't manage it by himself. He's just being an idiot. Again.
"Fine. Pretend I'm not helping you. I'm helping Lakyn." Picking up my end of the dead girl burrito, I swallow the groan of pain from the added weight on my leg, figuring out how to balance the awkward shape of it before I look up at him. "Well?"
After a silent glare in my direction, Aftyn finally starts moving. It's clumsy, and I almost fall, but we manage to get her crammed into the corner of the bathroom.
"Move." He shoulders past me and takes the few steps to the shower without another word.
When I catch him swiping at his eyes and nose, followed by another sniff, I roll my eyes. "You're welcome, by the way."
Aftyn answers with a middle finger, but I expected nothing less. He's predictable, boring, and even when he managed to take his mask off for a minute, he couldn't handle being that real for very long. Back to hiding behind his awkward obsession with the dead girl that never gave it up for him.
I head into the room and see the blob-like stain toward the end of the mattress. While the comforter was able to absorb quite a bit of the blood, there's no mistaking the dark stain on the cheap mattress for anything else. Popping open the closet door, I lean up on my tiptoes and find what I hoped