180. Replacement
Chey’s POV Within an instant I’ve got Olga pinned to the ground, her face bleeding from the flurry of blows that may have been laced with a hint of misplaced aggression. She kind of looks like Eloise, but despite that, I won’t be the one who takes the woman’s life. She’s practically unconscious, but she is aware, so I drag her body over to Jasmine, making a quick detour to pick up one of the knives I threw. “Jasmine, the honors go to you.” “W-w-what?” “I said- Kill. Her.” Jasmine’s eyes bulge, but she still takes the knife from me. “Remember what I told you,” I whisper. “If you want to be like me, you have to-” No more words are necessary; the girl does as told before vomiting all over herself. I probably should have asked if she’s killed anyone before, but I can apologize for that
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