HOPE
"The guy with the pink tie and the cat? That's the killer? Wow. Are you okay there?" I ask, my hands stretching to offer her some help.
Josie lets out a sharp snort, finally dropping her over-the-top wheezing act. She saunters over with a grin and, without warning, slams my head lightly against the wall.
"Fuck! Josie..."
"It's a competition, sweetheart," she purrs, already making her way toward the corner of the room. She doesn't even bother to look back as she flips me off with a careless flick of her hand.
"Get fucked."
She disappears around the bend with a gleeful, almost feral laugh, her footsteps fading into the dark like a ghost.
I shake off the sting, breathing out hard.
"Like hell," I mutter, my jaw clenched tight.
My mistake was thinking there was anything genuine in her.
Never again.
I place my hand over my head in a gentle massage. Thanks to Finn's healing gift, I'm okay and rubbing after her in the next minute.
