Chapter 46 Ryker
RYKER
SINNERS AND SAINTS GROUP CHAT
Blake: How’s Faith this morning?
Me: She’s making breakfast. Aggressively whisking eggs. I think she’s working up to say something.
Blake: What do you mean, working up to say something?
Me: She keeps starting sentences and then stopping. Just … whisking harder.
Axel: Oh God. She’s going to confess something. This is it. This is how you find out she’s actually guilty.
Blake: AXEL, I’m going to fucking punch you the next time I see you.
Axel: OR she collects human eyeballs as a hobby. Will you still want her when you’re just empty sockets, Ryker?
Jace: Jesus Christ.
Me: Why are you like this?
Axel: I’m helping! Preparing you for worst-case scenarios.
Me: She just stopped whisking.
Axel: MID-WHISK?
Axel: What’s her face doing?
Me: She’s staring at the eggs. Just … staring.
Axel: That’s either contemplating murder or practicing her confession.
Blake: Shut the fuck up, Axel. Nobody is murdering anyone.
Axel: Again. Nobody is murdering anyone AGAIN.
Me: She’s walking over here.
Axel: With the whisk?
Me: Yes.
Axel: WEAPON. That’s a WEAPON.
Jace: Technically, anything can be a weapon if you’re creative enough.
Blake: Not helping, Jace.
Axel: Quick! Tell her you love her! Murderers never kill people who love them!
Me: She’s saying something. I have to go.
Axel: WHAT’S SHE SAYING?
Axel: RYKER, DON’T LEAVE US HANGING.
Axel: He’s dead.
Blake: AXEL.
Axel: Death by whisk. What a way to go. Can I have his car?
Blake: I’m leaving this group chat.
Axel: No, you’re not. You need to know if your sister just murdered your best friend with a breakfast utensil.