it. I’d had no problem killing those Blooders who attacked us on the road.
Maybe no one needed to know. If I left now and took him out before the others knew then we could just head back.
Kyra wouldn’t hate me and I could give Pyke closure. He’d be pissed that I didn’t let him do it, but he’d be happy it was over. Mia would be happy, too, that I had protected Pyke from his own vengeance.
It was the only way and it seemed win-win. So then why did I feel sick inside?
Chapter Twelve
I parked the car beneath a large tree and walked the rest of the way to Malcolm’s work site. I took the high ground and crouched by a rocky ridge overlooking the partially-built house.
The air was still and I could smell a storm was on the way. Hopefully this would all be over before then. I spotted Malcolm by his workbench, going over plans and giving orders to other workers.
It was the afternoon and the builders moved more lazily, eager for their workday to be over. Malcolm checked his phone and I tensed.One message from Kyra could ruin everything.
But Malcolm smiled and put his phone away. I checked my watch. Kyra would still be at school for another hour.
I had to wait. I guessed Kyra and Malcolm texted each other after school. I needed to wait until they were both satisfied that they were safe.Then I would strike.
I settled in, keeping my eyes on Malcolm at all times. I would need to get to him when no one else was around. A lot of the workers would clock off in a few hours and then Malcolm would be easier to get to.
School finished and Pyke messaged me that they were following Kyra. She was sitting out the front of the school reading a book.
I glanced to Malcolm. He pressed some buttons on his phone, but didn’t seem alarmed and continued to work.
A few hours later Pyke messaged again. Kyra was on the way home and they were in place to take her.
Most of the builders packed up their things and headed home, leaving Malcolm and his boss. They were going over plans and making changes, laughing and chatting like good friends.
I could kill the boss too, if it meant getting to Malcolm. It would be easy, humans were fragile, but he hadn’t done anything wrong.I wasn’t about killing innocent people.
I made my way down to the site, sticking to the afternoon shadows and ducking behind portables.
Malcolm’s boss held out his hand and looked to the sky. The clouds were a dark grey, ready to split open.
“It might be time to call it a day,” he said. “I’ll just grab those files and we can leave.”
“No problem, Kenny,” Malcolm said.
This was my chance. I pulled a blade from my belt and crept closer. Malcolm was alone and focused on the papers in front of him.
I gripped the knife and let out a long breath. You were ordered to do this. He killed you best friend’s father and stole one of your people. He’s a Blooder and he deserves to die.
There was no question about that, but the thought of Kyra looking at me with fear made me hesitate.
“Kyra?” Malcolm shouted.
I looked around the corner of the portable, Malcolm had his phone in hand.
“Kyra, where are you?”
Shit. Why was Kyra calling Malcolm? Pyke and Mia should have her already. I checked my phone. No messages.
What the hell had gone wrong?
“Kyra? Answer me!” Malcolm roared. He slammed the phone on the table, smashing it to pieces. He bolted to the truck.Thunder rumbled and rain poured down.
I had missed my chance to strike and Malcolm was driving away, his boss calling after him. I darted back up the site and cursed myself for parking the car so far away.
I dialled Pyke’s phone, but he wasn’t answering. I tried Mia, too. Nothing.
What had they done?
Chapter Thirteen
I parked the car outside the driveway. The rain was pouring as lightning flashed across the sky. I’d been calling Pyke and Mia’s phones continuously, but they weren’t picking up.
They should have been down the road. Kyra’s school bag had been there,
Maybe no one needed to know. If I left now and took him out before the others knew then we could just head back.
Kyra wouldn’t hate me and I could give Pyke closure. He’d be pissed that I didn’t let him do it, but he’d be happy it was over. Mia would be happy, too, that I had protected Pyke from his own vengeance.
It was the only way and it seemed win-win. So then why did I feel sick inside?
Chapter Twelve
I parked the car beneath a large tree and walked the rest of the way to Malcolm’s work site. I took the high ground and crouched by a rocky ridge overlooking the partially-built house.
The air was still and I could smell a storm was on the way. Hopefully this would all be over before then. I spotted Malcolm by his workbench, going over plans and giving orders to other workers.
It was the afternoon and the builders moved more lazily, eager for their workday to be over. Malcolm checked his phone and I tensed.One message from Kyra could ruin everything.
But Malcolm smiled and put his phone away. I checked my watch. Kyra would still be at school for another hour.
I had to wait. I guessed Kyra and Malcolm texted each other after school. I needed to wait until they were both satisfied that they were safe.Then I would strike.
I settled in, keeping my eyes on Malcolm at all times. I would need to get to him when no one else was around. A lot of the workers would clock off in a few hours and then Malcolm would be easier to get to.
School finished and Pyke messaged me that they were following Kyra. She was sitting out the front of the school reading a book.
I glanced to Malcolm. He pressed some buttons on his phone, but didn’t seem alarmed and continued to work.
A few hours later Pyke messaged again. Kyra was on the way home and they were in place to take her.
Most of the builders packed up their things and headed home, leaving Malcolm and his boss. They were going over plans and making changes, laughing and chatting like good friends.
I could kill the boss too, if it meant getting to Malcolm. It would be easy, humans were fragile, but he hadn’t done anything wrong.I wasn’t about killing innocent people.
I made my way down to the site, sticking to the afternoon shadows and ducking behind portables.
Malcolm’s boss held out his hand and looked to the sky. The clouds were a dark grey, ready to split open.
“It might be time to call it a day,” he said. “I’ll just grab those files and we can leave.”
“No problem, Kenny,” Malcolm said.
This was my chance. I pulled a blade from my belt and crept closer. Malcolm was alone and focused on the papers in front of him.
I gripped the knife and let out a long breath. You were ordered to do this. He killed you best friend’s father and stole one of your people. He’s a Blooder and he deserves to die.
There was no question about that, but the thought of Kyra looking at me with fear made me hesitate.
“Kyra?” Malcolm shouted.
I looked around the corner of the portable, Malcolm had his phone in hand.
“Kyra, where are you?”
Shit. Why was Kyra calling Malcolm? Pyke and Mia should have her already. I checked my phone. No messages.
What the hell had gone wrong?
“Kyra? Answer me!” Malcolm roared. He slammed the phone on the table, smashing it to pieces. He bolted to the truck.Thunder rumbled and rain poured down.
I had missed my chance to strike and Malcolm was driving away, his boss calling after him. I darted back up the site and cursed myself for parking the car so far away.
I dialled Pyke’s phone, but he wasn’t answering. I tried Mia, too. Nothing.
What had they done?
Chapter Thirteen
I parked the car outside the driveway. The rain was pouring as lightning flashed across the sky. I’d been calling Pyke and Mia’s phones continuously, but they weren’t picking up.
They should have been down the road. Kyra’s school bag had been there,
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