Page 58 of Savage Outlaw

The blood.

Oh, god, the blood oozed through his fingers as he tried to keep it inside his veins

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

She’d stabbed someone.

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“Protecting his queen.” - Butcher

In movies they always show the fight scenes as this big action sequence.

The music swells, lending a hand in how the movie makers want you to feel.

But there’s no music here.

No director to shout cut and congratulate on a well given scene.

The crescendo is not an Oscar winner.

The blood on Roux’s fingers also coated the hilt of her knife and she watched with disbelief as it pooled onto the wet ground, oozing out of the guy’s neck.

This was far from a movie set.

The air unnaturally still, she could no longer hear traffic through the alcove, she only heard the rushing sounds of panic through her ears. The thumping of her pulse and the harsh pull of air in and out of her parted lips.

“I didn’t… he was … I didn’t.”

It was then the click of heels brought Roux’s head up. Verónica tipped back the umbrella and she too was looking at Rico until she crouched near his head.

He was deathly still.

Oh, god. Not deathly. I haven’t killed him.Her belly started to tighten with greasy regurgitation.

Roux couldn’t move.

Her feet wouldn’t move at all.

Her head was full of static noise urging her to run, run, but her feet wouldn’t receive the message over the crippling panic.

“Is…is he okay? I didn’t mean to.” She murmured.

She’d never intentionally hurt anyone before. A slap, a punch, a kick. And that time she bit a guy’s tongue when he tried to force it down her throat. She’d never stabbed anyone.

God.

God.

This was bad.

Get it together, she told herself. He wasfine.

Walk it off, her dad would say.

It’s a small fucking knife, it probably only grazed his neck.

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