Chapter Twenty-Four
Orlaith stopped her pacing to stare at Shawn. “Wait until tonight. When I am finished with you Sydney will not be the only one who rejects you. No one will want you once I have carved you up.” She pulled a sharp knife from the sheath attached to her belt. “I do not find it as satisfying as an arrow, but for you I will make an exception.”
“She’s very blood thirsty, isn’t she,” Theodore said.
“I wouldn’t want you to feel left out. I can carve you up too, if you want.” Orlaith played with the tip of her blade. “I am very good at it.” She smiled.
“Ur, no, no. I am fine. Thank you. It was kind of you to offer.” Theodore’s words tumbled out over each other.
“Kind?” Orlaith laughed. “Kind! How entertaining. You I might keep for a pet.”
“Ahh, thoughtful of you I’m sure.”
