Lucille’s POVLaugther erupted from me. It was funny. So fucking funny. I had my hands to my knees, bent over with a smiling face. Olan who I had just shot stared at me like I was crazy. I was.“I am crazy,” I told him. He actually tried to work on that intrusive thought of his, trying to tackle me, underestimating my craziness.He covered one of his bleeding knees. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do both for them as I had also shut his hand. I stepped closer. “I am crazy,” I reiterated, putting some more emphasis on the words.I stepped on his injured hand. He hissed, and brought his other hand to get my hand off. “Don’t let it touch me, okay?” I said, warning in my tone. “Or who knows what I would do?”“Now where was I?” I said, head raised slightly. “Oh yes.”I brought my gaze to him. Veins popped up at both sides of his head, sweating. And that salty liquid wasn’t helping the injuries on his face. His hand was back on his knee as he looked up at me, still managing to glare at me.“Craz
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