Page 102 of Eternal
Why would I? My job is to find everything about her and surprisingly she’s hard to read. I thought it’d be easier. But although she’s my partner and I’ve seen her sleep, fight, eat, and even laugh, I still can’t figure out even her fucking name.
Below me, the men are laughing, drinking, loose-limbed in their arrogance, guns dangle off their belts, knives tucked lazily in their boots, careless.
They don’t know they’re already dead.
And for the first time in my life, I don’t know if I want to watch them die, but I know I want to watchherkill them.
Am I worried for her? Is that what I’ve become because of some pretty eyes and a pretty mouth?
Don’t get hurt.I whisper it to myself.Don’t you fucking dare get hurt, Voron.
Then… darkness.
The lights cut out, swallowing the room whole. A heartbeat later, emergency lamps flicker to life. Not bright enough to save them, bright enough to let them see.
The first scream cracks through the silence like a gunshot, then the real gunshots follow.
Bodies hit the floor, the sound of skulls meeting wood, the wet sound of a blade sliding through muscle and skin. More screams, chairs scrape, men scramble, knocking over tables with glasses and bottles breaking on the ground.
Some are trying to open the doors, but they can’t, the doors don’t open.
She planned this perfectly.
Then I see it, a shape moving in the room, a shadow with a braid whipping through the air, a path of bodies following.
Is it her? Or is it something else entirely?
This is no fight, fighting is what people do when they have opposition, when they’re challenged.
This is pure execution.
This is Turkish territory, too… So, Vik gave her the permission to attack the Turkish mafia for her to find someone? Or maybe he knows everything about her revenge plan and why she’s doing it, and he’s helping her.
She’s annihilating them all, quick, precise and merciless.
And God, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
Men shake, some crying, some frozen, they don’t understand what they’re seeing.
“Who is that?” one guard stammers, surrounding a table with two men who clearly aren't accustomed to this kind of violence, probably a couple of wealthy patrons who thought they were safe in this den of filth.
“Is that a demon?” the other guard asks.
A laugh itches at my throat, they’re not wrong.
“Where the fuck is she?Where?—”
The answer comes in a silver flash, a scream cut short, a body slumps forward, twitching.
“Right here,” her voice comes in, and I want to applaud.
“Run, boss!!Ruuu—”A gurgle, blood pooling at his lips, and then I see her.
A spotlight catches her face for half a second, glowing and magnificent.
She smiles as she kills one of the two sitting men, she smiles again when only one is still alive.
I guess he’s her target tonight.
