“No, please! Spare me,” Francis begged, writhing on the ground. Since Hans had shot him earlier, he had been lying on the ground, unable to move. Now, though, he had worked his way upright and was now seated, holding out his hands in front of him in a futile effort to prevent me from getting to him.
He was looking at me with complete, utter fear in my eyes. It was as if he had realized that he was, indeed, dealing with the devil. Just what did he think? I thought viciously, not sparing him a single ounce of mercy. Francis, you’ve finally met your match. You thought I was a nobody when we met, but you’re wrong. I’m somebody after all. I’m your worst nightmare now. If you hadn’t met me back in that cave, all of this would never have happened!
“Ha! We’ll leave it up to Skylar,” I spat, enjo
