Consumed by Truths (Truth or Lies 6)

Felix—my gut says.

I had planned on waiting to kill him. Take my time; only kill him when I would do the most damage to him possible. But he’s here, right in front of me.

I won’t be waiting. The rage beats through my body.

This ends. Now.

Lighting strikes the ship, setting the rear on fire.

I grin.

The weather is again on my side.

The rain drums down harder again, but it makes no impact on the fire. The fire will burn until there is nothing left for either of us to stand on, but I don’t care.

I might be dead, but so will Felix.

This will end.

I think the shadow is going to disappear into the ship—Felix is a slimy coward after all.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he stands taller. His eyes are squinting in my direction. And then a cold smile curls up. He wants this to be over too.

He’s going to fight me.

I lift my gun.

He does too.

The crack of us both firing our guns sounds like lightning booming through the sky. Maybe it is actually lightning and thunder. It makes no difference.

Bullets travel, but neither of us hit the other.

I fire again and again. My aim perfect, but the rain and wind get in my way. The bullets no longer travel straight into the heart of my targets.

Which somehow makes me happy. I don’t want Felix to end with a single bullet—that would be too easy.

But it still fuels my rage to shoot bullet after bullet in his direction. And it seems it does the same to him, because he continues to fire back.

Until a crack of thunder changes both of our minds at the same time.

This is too personal to be fought with guns.

We run—head first into each other.

The collision seems to spark another crack of lightning as if the storm is reacting to our fight. Like there is something bigger happening than just the fight between the two of us.

Our fists hit—jaws, stomachs, eyes.

Both of us try to do as much damage as possible. Each time my fist connects with him—I feel more alive. This is the reason I survived when Kai didn’t. To get revenge. To kill this monster. And each punch of his fist connecting with my flesh ignites more testosterone flowing through my body.

Felix will not win.

We both flip over each other, driving each other’s bodies into various objects on the ship. Everything is a weapon. And both of us are willing to fight dirty.

I have Felix in a chokehold. He can’t go anywhere. I’ll suffocate him before I let him go. I win.