Ivy’s head whipped between Axel and Beatrice.
Her breath came in short, panicked bursts, her brain scrambling to make sense of what she was seeing.
The blood smeared across Beatrice’s lips, her chest, her fingers…it wasn’t hers!!!
Ivy’s stomach lurched. "Oh my God…" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Beatrice giggled, twirling a strand of her hair around a bloodstained finger. "Aw, don’t look so scared, sweetheart. It’s not like I killed him. Much." She rolled her eyes as if calculating what percentage she killed and what percentage was still alive.
Axel snarled, his grip tightening around Ivy’s waist. "Shut your f*****g mouth, Bea. You’re already on thin ice."
"Ooooh, scary," Beatrice cooed. She sauntered closer, hips swaying, her bare feet leaving faint crimson prin……
Waiting for the first comment……
Please log in to leave a comment.