Page 67 of Cold Foot Revenge
“No one gives a shit about helping you,” Grave barked out, his anger wrenching up suddenly.
“You’re crazy!” she screamed at him. “Please don’t do this.” She couldn’t be like him. She couldn’t.
“She’ll be a coyote just like you, Rox.”
“No, no, no,” she sobbed desperately. “Nick! Leech! Donnie! Anyone!” she screamed at the camera. “Help!”
“You’re alone, little coyote. When you Turn her, you’ll have a little buddy. A little pack within the Crew. Maybe I’ll keep both of you as my trophies. You can share me. She’s pretty, isn’t she? It would be a waste if you let her die. She’s dying. You can feel her fading away, right? You’re going to have to put the needle in her heart now. She may already be too far gone. Makes no difference to me, but I think you won’t find peace if you kill this poor woman like this. She seems sweet.”
“Shut up!” Roxy yelled, trying to think.
Did she have a choice? “Crystal, do you want the animal?” she asked frantically as she settled her back on the couch. Roxy smacked her cheek gently and pulled her vacant stare to her. The eyes were so glossy now, and she felt her pulse again. She couldn’t find it. “Crystal! Do you want the animal? Just nod yes. Please!”
She couldn’t find her damn pulse.
Fuck!
Roxy thought of the pain she’d gone through. The uncertainty and the confusion. She thought of how it must’ve been for Garret. How it was for Nick and the others. How it was for Dylan. He was just collateral damage, but his entire life had altered course. Because of those damn Turn Doses.
A sob clogging her throat, she grabbed the syringe off the table and hesitated for a moment, certain she would retch. Grave was right though. She couldn’t let her die. Not like this.
She was a person, and she had value.
Roxy screamed and jammed the syringe into Crystals chest, and unloaded the liquid completely.
Crystal arched her back hard and began to shake uncontrollably, and Roxy held her tightly against her. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay, baby. Everything is going to be okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s okay.”
So many decisions had led to this moment, right here. A snarl rattled Crystal’s throat.
“Good girl,” Grave said, and something inside of Roxy just…broke.
The care she had was gone in an instant.
The worry over what would happen.
She was going to hell now, just the same as Grave. He was right. She wasn’t any better than him now.
He’d done it.
He’d broken her.
“I Challenge you,” she gritted out softly.
“What did you say?” Grave asked.
Roxy inhaled deeply, pushed the hair back from Crystal’s shaking body. Crystal’s eyes had turned bright blue now. They were glowing, just like Roxy’s did.Hello, Sister Coyote.
She rose slowly and turned toward Grave. “I Challenge you.”
He stood there shocked, and it bought her time to make her way to the intercom and hit the right button to put her voice over the loudest speaker near the bar. “I am Challenging Grave—”
Grave yanked her away from the intercom. “You’re a coyote!”
“I Challenge you!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. She didn’t even recognize her own voice.
“You can’t Challenge me. You’re a woman.”
“Are you scared?”
