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Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for. What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge. I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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The truck door
slammed closed behind me as I reached for my hidden bottle, unscrewed the
lid, and took a swig. It burned on its way down, alleviating that sick
feeling in my stomach, albeit temporarily.
Slowly,
ever so slowly, I walked toward the bakery. I kept as close to the storefronts
as possible. When I reached Ceres, I stopped and leaned against the brick
beside the window, knowing they couldn’t see me. Carefully, I peered into
the window and saw them. Their backs faced me as they ordered at the counter.
“My
God,” I breathed.
There
she was. It was the first time I’d seen either of them since the day in the
forest when she chose him over me. It felt so surreal to me. Her hair had grown
out a little and she’d gained weight, probably since the transplant went so
well. I looked at Spencer. I bet the bastard was her hero. I couldn't help but
think I could have just as easily been him. I could have been standing next to
her in line at Ceres, waiting for our sweet potato sticky buns, laughing and
feeling happy because I was with her.
I
thought about what Finley told me earlier that morning. I thought she was
wrong. Cricket would have been just as happy with me as she was with Spencer.
I studied them together. She bounced on
her heels, talking animatedly, her hair swishing around her shoulders. She used
her hands a lot when she spoke. I wondered what she was talking about. I
wondered if she thought about me at all, if she gave a shit that she broke my
heart, shattered it into a million pieces. She smiled at Spencer and they
started laughing. Apparently not.
God, I hated him. I mean really hated
the guy. I looked back at my truck and remembered that I kept my hunting knives
in the glove compartment in case my mom’s brother Akule, the only one willing
to talk to me on her side of the family, wanted to go hunting. He gave them to
me for my eleventh birthday. They were beautiful. Two Spartan short swords with
leather handles, and I knew what I was doing with them.
Akule is Echo River Indian, as was
my mother. She left the tribe when she converted to Catholicism right out of
high school, and they didn’t approve but Akule was young when she did and
he was close to my mom, so he didn’t care. He would sneak into town and
they would watch movies together at her apartment.
He taught me how to hunt with my hands
in Echo River style from a young age but when my mom died, he made it a weekly
trip to the mountains. We would spend entire weekends up there up until I
turned nineteen and Cricket got really sick.
I looked back at Cricket. She brought
her hand up to Spencer’s back. He followed suit and tucked his hand into her
back pocket, incensing me. Immediately, I walked to my truck and opened the
passenger side door. The knives sat in their sheaths in the glove box. I hadn’t
touched them in months, and my hands itched to hold them again.
I reached for them but paused a few
inches from the handles. My hands shook and my heart pounded.
“What are you doing?” I asked
myself.
I shut the glove box and sat on the
bench of my truck, my booted foot resting on the concrete below. I ran my hands
through my hair and rested against the back of the seat, shocked I’d been even
contemplating what I’d been pondering.
“What were you going to do?” I asked
myself. “Murder him?”
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Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless
Series, and The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough
Novel Award.
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