Page 2 of The Colour of Revenge
Just not in the way he planned.
A muffled sob pierces the stale air as I slip inside, the scent of old blood and sweat turning my stomach. I like my blood fresh.
He's already on her. Fast, for a man his size. His victim tonight is blonde—not as young as he prefers, maybe nineteen. She's a fighter, thrashing and kicking with everything she's got.
It won't be enough.
He's too strong. Too practised.
His grin stretches wide; like a predator certain he's won.
I take a step forward, ready to end this.
Then I see it.
A flash of pink.
And I freeze.
Wow.
She stands in the shadows, her pink hair glowing faintly under the sickly hallway light. She's poised and calm, like she's been waiting for this moment.
Her eyes are locked on the scene before her, sharp and calculating, a predator sizing up its prey. She holds a knife in her hand—sleek, deadly, and… pink?
Like Barbie's murder weapon of choice.
For a second, I forget why I'm here.
She's dazzling—skin like porcelain, curves that make sin look boring, and a dress so bright it's practically a neon sign for trouble. Her eyes, a silvery-blue so pale they almost glow, hold no fear. No hesitation.
What a sight. Exquisite beauty at its finest.
Then she moves.
She lunges forward, all lithe and precise in her body's movements as she knocks him to the floor with enough force even I wince. The pink blade presses to his throat as she straddles him, looking like the world's deadliest cupcake.
The girl doesn't waste a second. She bolts, her breath ragged as she stumbles toward the door.
I catch her before she can run out. Her eyes, wild with fear, lock onto mine, and she trembles.
"Please," she pleads, assuming I'm like him.
Rude.
"Relax," I say, keeping my tone level—casual. Non-threatening. "He's done. Go home. And keep your mouth shut."
She nods like I just handed her a golden ticket and sprints into the night.
I turn back just in time to seeherpress the blade harder against Winslow's throat, a smirk playing on her lips, triumph glinting in her eyes.
What a dangerous little thing. Stunning, lethal, and absolutely captivating.
"Any last words?" she purrs.
I almost roll my eyes.Boring. Never ask that.
Also—please tell me she's not just going to kill him.
