Chapter Thirty-Eight. and There I Was
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
AND THERE I WAS
The Butterfly draws and is drawn to flame.
Like anything else in the universe, the gods will break oaths to survive.
So this, outside, beyond: Lek Teoh Beng, who is eighteen years old and has never kissed a girl, but is shooting at several quite efficiently.
He had few friends growing up until he found Three Steel.
He bled for his brothers. Inked metal into his skin.
He doesn’t actually know why they were all called in to fight some girls in this nameless construction site, but he has no qualms. He’s never been a gentleman, and besides, Butterflies don’t count.
Their fire is unnerving, but nothing a bullet can’t pierce through.
So he’s fighting, blood pumping, and it’s better than heroin.
He almost thinks it’s part of the fantasy when a slim hand touches the small of his back, like the gods have already transported him to bliss.
Then he hears screaming and realizes it is his own.
He is burning.