A Destiny of Carnage (A Violent Agenda)
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I have a split second to decide.
Prick him with my syringe, or talk to him?
I’d much rather shove a needle into him than try to form words that mean nothing and make no sense, but I force the air out of my lungs and take a seat on the divan opposite, drawing my legs up onto it, tucking them beneath me.
It’s a pose that says I’m not a threat.
I’m not here to kill you, love.
“Let’s talk,” I say, soft and easy. I told Lorcan that I know what Dino wants to hear, I just don’t know if I can say it.
Dino just stares at me like I’ve grown a second head…
And then, slowly, like he’s coming back to me from a deep sleep, he nods. The tension leaves my body as he slides back onto the pillows, moving away from the weapon on the bedside table. His pose is also non-threatening, but his dimple is puckered and his jaw is set. He’s ready to listen, but also ready to hurt me if he needs to…
Yes.
It’s going to be a long night.