Chapter 79: Flex
“In every angel a demon hides. And in every demon an angel strides” —Unknown.
Gwi didn’t just move up to him, it seems. He had cut off Lecter’s tongue. But with what? His bare hands? Can’t be. The cut is way too clean.
I study the detached tip of the strigoi tongue, which happens to still be wiggling on the snow, like it had a seizure. Muscle memory, my brain supplies.
No. If Gwi had used his bare hands, the ripped flesh would have been much more jagged and messy.
But then I see the gleam of silver in his hand, triggering my own to seek out my dagger. It’s not on me. Gwi had stolen it without me knowing.
I note myself to remember getting it back.
Lecter eventually stops screaming. His chest raises up and down rapidly, trying to catch on his breathe. But he doesn’t a
