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Logan concurred then stared at the elder. They looked like they were communicating with their eyes but I couldn't care less. "Okay, let's say our killer was on that tree. How was he able to aim at Amanda because that's a quite far distance if my eyes are still working." I said scratching my hair. "It's quite far but not too far for a trained killer." Logan said and smirked. What was up with that smirk? I don't even have the strength to think on the smirk. Anybody can smirk for the goddess sake.

She opened a cabinet I hadn’t noticed before. My stomach dropped as she laid out knives, bottles of clear liquid, and a gun. “Poison,” she mused. “Acid. Or the gun. Which do you prefer?” “Mrs Smith, please,” I begged, shaking uncontrollably. “It doesn’t have to be like this.” She picked up a knife, turning it thoughtfully. “Let’s see what a real blood type looks like.” Pain exploded across my shoulder. I screamed. She laughed and cut the other side.