I think Chloe has malfunctioned, and the actual tears fall. She clearly isn’t used to her brother being a meany. Well, she is about to be knocked down a peg or two, or maybe even several. Hell if she is lucky I may just knocked her ass out.
“The conditions have changed Chloe. You see, there is someone who is dying to have your head. I believe you know her.” I say to her and she wipes her eyes, smearing her mascara over her face.
“Who wants my head?” she stutters out, and I lean closer to her, keeping my eyes on her.
“Katya Ivanov. I believe you know of her.” I say and she falls to the floor. Her knees cracking on the wood flooring. I step back as she clutches her chest. She looks like she is going to pass out. Such a pity, really. Note the sarcasm. Dumb w***e.
“No, you can’t change the
