"I wanna go outside."
Emiliano was still panting after his little evil speech about the necessary sacrifices. Maybe it was because of the fumes of his sh-t detergent or the fact that two grown men tried to threaten us with guns— but he seemed desperate.
His hands were slightly shaken and his chest rose unsteadily. His eyes were twitching between purple and yellow and I could slightly smell his pheromones.
Maybe I played the role a bit too good— making him believe he got me. That all his actions were to go unpunished. That he was above all consequences.
I looked down at myself as I let my words echo loudly between us.
It was ok.
My outburst was believable enough to save the lives of those poor b-stards that tried to rob Emiliano of all people.
And now— if I can pull his heartstrings hard enough, I might be able to go outside. To see what the nature of my blood did before I could come up with a solution.
