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Kyra stepped over the last body, her boots squelching lightly against blood-slick tile. Her eyes were bright not with light, but with something sinister. The kind of glistening light that came from someone who enjoyed the kill just a little too much.
She stopped two feet from me, head tilted.
"So…" she said, glancing at the mess we'd left behind. "Who's the psycho now, Conny?"
I didn't answer right away. My breath came out slower than usual. I was still processing how easily that last man had dropped when I struck, how much I wanted to see him fall.
Kyra chuckled darkly, stepping closer.
"You looked good back there…..ouuu, a little longer and I might've gotten wet watching you rage on."
"Kyra….."
"Cold," she added, almost as an afterthought. "Real cold, Conny."
"They called me a bug," I said finally, my voice low. "They laughed at me. Every single one of them and that asshole had the guts to mention my mother's name…..."
