“And that’s why I wouldn’t hesitate to gut that frightened little boy like a f*****g fish if I thought there was even a fraction of a chance you’d say yes to him.” His lips graze my ear through the mask. “Even a micro-fraction. Even a thought of a fraction. I’d open up his veins right there in his doorway and he’d never even see it coming. You’d look pretty all splashed in his blood, wouldn’t you? Red freckles to match the brown ones.”
My rage sputters out. Just like that, poof, gone.
“Are you here to kill me or kill him?” I ask in a thin, terrified voice.
“I don’t care about him one way or the other. But I suggest you don’t make me start caring.” I hear the sole of his boot creak against my hardwood. “People I care about tend to have very bad nights.”
“Yeah,” I squeak. “I can attest t
