Harbinger of Death by Kat Blak

Author:Kat Blak [Blak, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

"Mila..."

"Mila..."

"Mila..."

"MILA!" With a startle, I swing my right arm around landing a responding CRACK. Fuck that hurt my hand. Opening my eyes, I see Rowan standing a step away from the bed rubbing his chin.

"Damn, you throw a mean right hook." With my brain still floating in a deep sleep fog, it takes longer than it should to understand his words

"Huh?" I ask taking him in. He’s standing next to the bed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose-fitting red t-shirt. Taking in his biceps, my mouth starts to drool. Averting my eyes, I start to rub at them, hoping to dispel some of the fog so my brain can catch up.

"Get ready we are taking you out," Zane leans against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Like a date?" I’m taken aback and moving further up the bed. I can’t be dating these guys. I need to get this revenge sorted and find a way to heaven. I don’t want to be stuck here and I sure as hell don’t want to be working for the Devil.

"No." Zane deadpans, "like a party, does it matter just get up and let’s go."

With that, I climb out of bed and stand there with my own arms crossed, "No partying for me, I have another man to kill."

"All killing and no partying will make Mila a crabby woman." Rowan mocks.

"Will dickhead Duke be there?" I ask.

With a burst of laughter and amusement lighting up his features, "Never heard him called that before, nope, he shall not be with us there." Well, that doesn’t sound at all cryptic.

"Ok, let’s go." What’s the worst that can happen? "Wait!" I yell out holding up my hands, "I need to get this blood off me." I look down flicking off a flake of dry blood. Suddenly feeling very icky at the thought of being covered in another's person's blood. I know being a nurse in my past life should make me used to it, as well as other bodily fluids, but the reason this dead man's blood is on me is because of me, I killed him. That thought alone makes me want to blow chunks.

Heading over to the ensuite bathroom, I quickly close the door behind me and flick the shower on. Nausea combined with the feeling of fire ants scurrying over my body has me ripping my clothes off in record time and diving headfirst into the shower. Not caring if the water is hot or cold, I just need to start scrubbing my skin.

As I watch the now red water pooling at my feet and swirling down the plughole a dam inside my breaks and tears start to fall. In the last few days I’ve seen death, but not like the death we see in hospitals, this death was uncalled for in a way. With that thought my body starts to shake as the first sob passes my lips.

The man I had killed, his death is on my hands, his blood forever marking them.

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