Chapter 80
“YOU REMEMBER YURI,” Number 2 cooed.
“Yeah,” I said. “We’ve met.”
“Would you like to kill him, Daniel?”
I felt something materialize in my hand.
It was Lieutenant Russell’s survival knife.
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a cheek for a cheek,” said Abbadon.
“Actually,” I said, tossing the knife to the ground, “I believe they revised that one. If someone strikes me in the cheek, I’m supposed to offer him the other one, too.”
A second knife materialized in my hand.
It looked even more deadly.
“Forget all your antiquated morals, Daniel. In my new world, killing is not a sin. In fact, we encourage it. If someone strikes you, you are perfectly free to murder him.”
I tossed the second knife away, too. If I became who Abbadon wanted me to be, sure, I’d be alive, but would I want to live with myself?
“This is your lucky day, Yuri,” I said to the Russian, who was leering at me with hate in his eyes. “I’m not going to kill you, no matter how much your new Lord and Master begs me to.”
Number 2 tsked. “Are you really that cowardly, Daniel? You won’t fight to defend your lady’s honor? Not much of a man, are you, boy?”
“You are a wimp,” the Russian said with a grin. “The wussy.”
Abbadon’s face filled with glee. “Did you hear what he called you, Daniel?”
I could feel my ears burning. Rage surged through my veins. Abbadon, who moved like a magician, waved his hand.
The Russian raised his jagged bottle and said, “I am going to cut your other girlfriend next.”
“Oh, ho, ho!” said Abbadon. “Should I let him have a few moments alone with Miss Judge, Daniel? Shall I take this Russian lad to Melody’s cell?”
“You leave her out of this,” I snarled.
“That’s it, Daniel. Feel the hate. Feed on it. Take your revenge for Dana. Protect Mel! Strike this useless bag of Russian bones dead. Do it now!”
I bent down and picked up the knife. The grip felt good in my hand.
“Before I mark the girl,” the Russian boasted, “she and I will have some fun.” He puckered up his lips and blew fish kisses at me.
Okay. I seriously wanted to do in the Russian sleazeball.
More than anything in the world, I wanted him to pay the ultimate price.