Hunted
He dropped the bowl of noodles on the floor between my legs and moved away, pulling on a pair of red boxing gloves as he positioned himself in front of a sandbag in the corner.
I picked up the bowl, sniffed it. It smelled good—too good, considering how damn hungry I was. But poison? Would it even matter? I dug in, slurping the hot broth, savoring the warmth spreading through me.
“You know this silver could kill me,” I said between mouthfuls, watching his back as he pummeled the sandbag with vicious precision.
“That’s the plan,” he replied, barely missing a beat.
My fingers tightened around the bowl, my mind racing. “So why not do it now?” I asked, staring at him over the rim of the bowl. “Ju
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