Claire stood there, pressed to Nicholas’s side. She curled her fingers around his waist just as possessively as he held on to her, her mouth turning down into an annoying pout as she began to whine.
“Why didn’t you kill that miserable bastard?” she complained, her voice going high and nasal. “I feel so threatened! I’m sure he’ll still be lurking around, even though we’ve driven him away. Forrest hates me, too! I’m sure he wants to kill me because I won’t have s*x with him!”
“That’s because he’ll suffer much more on his own,” Nicholas explained, pride shining through in his voice. “I know you’re my little bloodthirsty b***h and you want him to die, but that’s not good enough for Forrest. He’ll definitely starve to death before long. Killing the hog and the Komodo dragon was just pure dumb
