Holy fuck, I murmured, pulling out, utterly spent. I helped Emma to her side where she curled, watching me curiously.
Well, I didn’t, Stubbs returned. And it’s my bloody job to be suspicious of everyone. He grabbed his forehead, his thumb and middle finger pressing hard into his temples. I’m just so sick of it all.Edward took a step back. He’d never seen the colonel like this. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anyone like this.
Do you know what it does to a man? Stubbs asked, his voice only just louder than a whisper. To trust no one?Edward did not speak. He was still so angry, so full of rage and fury, but he no longer knew where to direct it. Not at Stubbs, though. He took the brandy glass from the colonel’s trembling hand and walked over to the decanter, where he poured them each another. He did not care if it was barely eight in the morning. Neither of them needed a clear head.He suspected neither of them wanted a clear head.
What happened to the bodies? Edward asked in a low voice.I buried them.
The colonel closed his eyes. It was not a pleasant day.
Have you any witnesses?And what would that get us? I asked.
A consolation prize, she said with a decisive shake of her head. We didn’t come for that. We came for victory.I grinned, rolling my eyes at her. Fine, what do we do next? I’d never been so fucking out of my element, and if Emma weren’t so damn cute, I’d have called this entire thing off.
I say we take a break and get our strength up with some good old-fashioned bumper cars. She nodded toward a little rink in the corner of the room next to a massive Ferris wheel whose lights had only just come on.I’m game, I said.