Blood Bath

Portia

I'm heading toward the lady's room when I see Heathcliff leering at me from the opposite corner of the room. He raises his glass to me, the sea of

people between us his only protection as far as I'm concerned because Callahan hasn't come after me.

I change direction and head toward him, wishing I had that nail file to stab him in the eye. I know it wouldn't kill him but I'm good with maiming him for life. For now, at least.

As I approach, he stops a passing waiter and takes two champagne flutes off his tray. He holds one out to me.

"There she is," he says, a smile on his face. This man who just days ago was ready to pull the trigger and kill Nathan and I.

The man who executed Vincent and Gregory.

I want to slap that champagne out of his hands but when I'm close enough, he must see my intent, because he sets both glasses down and squares his shoulders to meet me.

"You look stunning," he says, his eyes moving slowly over me, pausing at my breasts. “Your tits are practically on d