For a minute, I was paralyzed, waiting to hear the clicking of Yavara’s boots, waiting to see her orange eyes peering at me from the cell door window. Redtube Blindly, I raced through the catacombs, feeling out with my hands and feet while Yavara’s girlish voice raged in my head. The same two days you gave Elena in this very room.”
“It wasn’t me.” I said. “She wanted to come and confess herself,” I said, “but I wouldn’t let her do it.” “Why not?” Furia asked. Then my right hand was suddenly splayed out onto the cutting board, and my left was gripping the chef’s knife, and before my grimacing smile and bulging eyes, I brought the knife down once, twice, thrice, four times. Another rat squeaked. Zander had grown distant, and Yavara didn’t understand why, but every passing day seemed to
