Page 10 of The Colour of Revenge
Yes, my art is… unconventional. But just because it involves a little more blood than paint doesn't make it any less valuable.
And she liked it. I could tell.
She's new to this—not well-practised, not precise enough yet. But she's got the motivation, the drive, the passion. And she does it all while looking pretty in pink.
Now, the real challenge: what to text her.
Playful? Sexy? Serious? Something that shows I'm interested but not desperate.
Attempt #1:
"So, do you always kill people on the first date, or am I just special?"No. Too flirty.
Attempt #2:
"I can't stop thinking about the way you looked at me. Like you were deciding if I was next. Kind of hot, honestly."Okay, too much. Reel it in, Nate.
Attempt #3:
"Marry me. I'll even let you have the first stab next time."That's… romantic, right? No? Ugh.
Alright. Let's keep it simple.
Daddy Death:I checked my schedule, and it looks like I'm free to kill people with you this weekend. Shall we?
Three dots appear immediately.
My heart spasms.
Pink Princess:Did you name yourself Daddy Death?
Ah, so she's seen the nickname I gave myself on her phone. It’s genius, if I do say so myself.
Daddy Death:Fitting right?
Pink Princess:You're insane.
Daddy Death:Bold thing to say to someone holding your child hostage.
Pink Princess:My child???
Daddy Death:[attached image of pink knife]
Pink Princess:I want that back.
Daddy Death:You'll have to fight me for it.
Carina
I should not feel thrilled that Nate texted me.
It should not make my stomach flip like a gymnast.
But he's… funny. Too funny.
And a psychopath.
There's no other explanation for someone who enjoyed killing the way he did. Not just tolerated it—relishedit.
