Thoughts swarmed my mind. Why would they have to bleed me out? Why wouldn't they just let me die?
Leonardo lingered over me, breathing heavily with rage. "By the time you die, you'll be begging me to let you live as my slave. But the time for that is long past. Once this poison is in your system, I'm afraid there's no going back." His voice was low, almost a whisper. It seemed the time for yelling was gone. Now there was a rage so malicious, I wished he would scream.
"Why can't you just leave me to die?" My voice came out in staggered breaths. The burning inside of me was still growing. “Haven’t you done enough?”
Leonardo mocked surprise. "Oh, my dear Samantha. Haven't you figured it out yet?"
I met his question with a glare, at which he responded, laughing. "This 'poison' you and Br
