39. Puzzle Pieces
Puzzle Pieces
Elliot
Her body curls into mine like a fucking puzzle piece. She’s what I’ve been waiting for. Almost a fucking decade of searching, and I finally found her.
Who the fuck cares if she is my step-sister? Will we be judged by society if they were ever to find out? Yeah, probably, but it’s my new mission to never let them know. Her father, my father, it’s all a bunch of semantics. The only people on this planet who know the truth is my true family and that piece of shit sperm donor. I don’t think they will say anything, but I can’t trust him.
The only thing I can do, is the thing I know how to do best.
Murder.
As soon as we are allowed to go back to Colorado, I will hunt him down and kill him in cold blood. Except… I want her to witness.
No. I want her to do it.
It’s about time my Little Raven learns how to fly. She knows I’m a killer, but soon she will become one as well, then we can purge the world of its darkness one body at a time.
Starting tomorrow, I will find us a victim, tie them up in the woods, and let Dynah do the rest. The other night when she started her period, I already ordered everything I would need.
I turn my head, looking over her sleeping body to the closet door.
Just one more night.
We can both become the Gríma Syn and then we will take care of what needs to be done.