Marks p.o.v
I was pacing back and forth impatiently while Marko was sited on the ground whistling, Marko was the patient one amongst us while I wasn't, I just wanted to get the hell out of this horrible place.
"Moving back and forth won't solve anything," he said as I laughed mockingly.
"Neither will your whistling" I answered.
Marko lifted his brow when we heard light footsteps ahead.
"Whoever is coming is going to die today" I whispered as Marko nodded.
The siren that had enchanted us walked towards us making sure her hips were swaying side to side, she was pretty, just not our type, she had two small bottles in hands that smelled like whiskey.
"You look like trash," she said teasingly as I felt my hands itch to wrap around her neck and break her in two.
"What brings a beautiful
