Though I’ve been spending most of the last couple of months on Crow’s sofa while I watched over Mack. I mainly only use the place to sleep if I’m lucky. I don’t have much in the way of furniture, but it serves a purpose. He grabs the bag and fills the dish on the floor and then makes himself comfortable at my kitchen table. “I don’t know how ye manage to keep yourself alive let alone a bloody animal.” I walk to the kitchen and grab the bag of dog food off the counter, scanning the label on the back. “Is that why she’s carrying on like that?” “Well it looks like it’s hungry now,” Crow points out. “So ye decided to keep it? Do you even know what to do with a bloody dog?” “What the hell are ye doing with it?” he asks. “Google said their legs are supposed to be wee. “Is there something wrong with its wee legs?”

“What sort of dog is that?” he tilts his head to the side to examine her. The dog follows me to the door and starts to have a go at Crow when he steps inside. The line goes dead and I tug on a pair of track pants and a tee shirt. “Or did ye just ring to give me an inquisition?” “Did ye have a reason for this call?” I grumble. The dog barks again and I try to quiet her. “Fitzy,” Crow chirps from the other end of the line. The phone rings again and I groan as I bring it to my ear. She wiggles her arse and hops back and forth before flopping onto her back and flashing her belly at me. I shove it away and reach for my phone, only to have it barge in from the other side. The dog I still haven’t worked out what to do with. When I open my eyes, I’m met with big brown ones. I wake to the sound of my phone and something wet against my cheek. The speakers come on, and I cover my ears before it begins. I always do the killing.Īnd then they leave them with me. And every visit to the pit can only end one way. Every month, I progress to a new stage of training. It’s the uncertainty of what will come with it this time. I’ve grown accustomed to living in the darkness. And then they lock me in, sacrificing me to the blackness.

Before I climb down inside they give me another pill. They open up the door to the pit, and though my body wants to hesitate, my mind is already following orders. I walk with Coyne in front of me and Farrell follows behind. “And for that ye can enjoy an extra day’s accommodation in there.” I jolt out of the ice bath and nearly collapse. I list off the steps to assemble it and then repeat them in reverse. When the lady in the room used to teach us things, she always said I had good attention to detail.įarrell nods in approval and then points at the weapon hanging over his shoulder. I rattle off the ingredients for the bombs they taught us how to make. Every muscle in my body burns from the cold.

I grip the edges of the tub and count the seconds in my head. “ O ne more minute.” Farrell glances at his watch.

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