The Apocalypse Hoarder
Mindy grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward the bedroom, ignoring her screams.
"Percy!" she barked. "Come deal with her!"
Percy froze, his face twisting. His arm was injured but not badly. Cyrus had aimed to cripple, not kill. He wanted them to rot, not die quickly. Percy could still move, though clumsily.
He hesitated. "Mindy, that's not right. I really like her. How can I hurt her?"
Diana trembled on the bed, her voice breaking as she pleaded, "Please don't. Percy, you said you loved me, didn't you?"