I looked at him. “Do you smell anything?”
“Of course I do. I smell you.”
“I’m talking about other people or anything else?”
“That scent of death is much stronger, but I must admit I’m getting other stuff that is making me. . .”
“What?”
“A little hopeful.”
“What the hell are you smelling?”
“Paint. It’s sharp and slightly bitter. Very chemical. I’m sure it’s paint. And. . .” He lifted his nose in the air and sniffed. “Metal. It’s acrid like. . .lightning. Burnt and smoky but. . .not alive, so. . .that’s definitely metal. . .and stone. . .yes. . .lots of stone too.”
I widened my eyes. “Your nose is amazing.”
“It is. When I was young, I used to hate being able to smell everything. I suffered, and thought I was an alien or something. It took me a long time to figure out how to. . .separate odors that I didn’t like and ignore them.”
“Well. . .if I could fuck your nose I would.”
“We can try. Putting my nose into your pussy sounds like a great idea to me.”
“You are a dirty pervert.”
“Speaking of that, do you have to go to the bathroom?”
“That was your first and last time watching me pee so I hope you enjoyed it.”
“There will be other times, wildcat.”
I sucked my teeth. “I have a question.”
“Yes.”
“Why did you give me the gun?”
“You know why I gave it to you.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
Havoc didn’t answer right away. He reached into the yellow bag, pulling out a handful of the wild strawberries, and offered them to me.
I took one, and the sweet tartness exploded on my tongue.
Then, he spoke, “I trust you. . .more than I’ve trusted anyone in a long time.”
There was more to his words—something beautiful and yet to be spoken—but I didn’t press him.
Instead, I kept on walking, loving this moment with him.
After a while, Havoc broke the silence. “Do you have a life-changing kill?”
“Life changing?” I quirked my brows. “What do you mean?”
“A kill where. . .something unexpected happened and perhaps. . .it changed how you saw life after that.”
“Ahh.” I bobbed my head. “Yeah. I have one.”