Cahill
Theodora Wilson knew what I was plotting against her all this while and didn't try to attack me or something? She stayed silent throughout, readied herself, danced with me, and kissed me.
Just how dangerous can she be?
I have never seen a female as malicious as she is.
And now she fucking knows. Patiently waiting for me to speak up as if it's something normal we're discussing.
I had expected things to go as I planned, but it took a sullen turn instead.
"Why are you silent, Cahill? Don't tell me you're deaf or something. I know you were with your men last night, making strategies on how to kill me when I least expect because you want to have your life the way it was before I came in." How she manages to make her voice this soft, scares the shit out of me.
She picks up the knife on her side, slits her palm, lets the blood drip, and licks it with her eyes on me.
