Rifles

Dominic

Felix is standing in front of Esther, and he is standing alone. All this makes me suspicious. I look around for someone to attack. Anyone.

“Okay, Mr. In Charge.” Esther looks up at Felix, her arms folded defiantly. She is beautiful. “What do you want us to do?” She asks him.

“Were you not listening to me? I told you I want her.”

“And if I don’t want to hand her over?”

His evil laugh makes me think about how good it would feel to slam my fist into his jaw. “Bring me the baby,” he bellows to someone invisible. “That’s what you wanted, right?” he smirks at Esther.

“Yes,” Esther grins.

“Hi Valerie, thank you so much for everything,” he smiles. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have achieved so much. Did you tell them that we were working together?”

The werewolves and witches we came with gasp, and then I feel the energy of the werewolves as they link each other.

‘What’s going on?’ Esther asks me.

‘It’s a long story.’

‘You knew that she worked for him?’ She is panicking. I wan