12. Him

12

HIM

S he seemed to consider my question for a moment, chew on it as if it were a complex math equation with a veritable answer. That was the problem with people like Emily Shaw. They always thought they were smarter than everyone else. Give them enough time and they could unravel you, sniff out your weakness and use it to their advantage.

But I saw her for who she really was. A monster just like me. Perhaps worse. Because she hid it better.

"You sure like to hurl insults, don't you?" She was running out of clever retorts. That much was clear.

"Was that one of your questions, pet? Or more of a rhetorical thing?" I raised my good eyebrow at her growing irritation.

"Fuck you," she seethed, and I grinned and took another bite of my apple.

Maybe I will. After I'm done with my lunch.

I kept that thought to myself. I was much better company after all. Because I always laughed at my own jokes.