Chapter 8 He screamed. A pained sound that seemed to come from Mr. King’s very soul. It was music to Jacob’s ears. A sweet symphony that Levi appeared to relish just as much. He had never understood Amy’s draw to knives before. Like Levi, he had always been drawn towards the heat of fire. Now though, as he used the letter opener to cut through crispy flesh, he could appreciate the tool. Levi, too attached to his chosen weapon, would not touch another. At least not exactly. He had uncovered a half empty bottle of whiskey inside a desk drawer in his hunt for something more than his lighter. Dismissing it as useless, Levi had stopped him from closing it back away. Asking for it instead. Jacob had handed it over, not really caring, as the letter opener on top of the desk had caught his atten
Download by scanning the QR code to get countless free stories and daily updated books


