12
HANK
Fuck. Holy f**k, she’d fired her weapon at me. I didn’t think she’d do it, but it went to show how ruthless she was. How much she’d had us played all along. I’d married a fake. She was even worse than her father and brother. They hadn’t hidden who or what they were. They wore their evil like a coat and that made Grace’s duplicity even more wicked.
But then, I realized… she hadn’t actually shot me.
She’d missed.
“He’s fifteen feet in front of you! How could you miss?” The fucker shouted at her.
He was in his thirties, with scraggly hair, ragtag clothing. He looked like he hadn’t seen water in a few months. But none of that mattered. It was the evil gleam in his eye.
He was filthy through to the bone.
When I looked at Grace, I didn’t see that hardness. It wasn’t something eas
