Shawn screamed.
Leaves and tangled weeds gave way beneath him. With a shrilling cry, Shawn tumbled headfirst into the pit. Blood began to spread across his chest and pool beneath him.
He had set this trap himself. The bottom of his trap was lined with spikes.
Karma was served cold.
Felicia clicked her tongue and shone a flashlight onto Shawn’s face. “Serves you right, doesn’t it?”
Shawn howled in pain. Sweat poured down his face. Yet, amidst the agony, he found a grim relief. Thankfully, in his rush to dig the pit, he’d only added a few small nails at the bottom. If he’d gone with knives instead, he might not even be alive right now. His sense of relief only lasted shortly. Fury surged up inside him, hotter than ever.
He struggled to shift his body, so he twisted his head to glare at Felicia. He growled, “So you knew all along, huh? Even so, you still followed me, you witch!”
Felicia kicked him back down into the pit, yanking the knife from his hand. She said coldly, “Lucas isn’t here, is he? Where did you hide him?”
He set up a decoy by making the tree look like it held someone captive so that he could lure Lucas in. No one was actually there.
Shawn sucked in a painful breath. A twisted grin spread across his face. “Why don’t you guess?”
He looked downright pleased with himself. He was certain Felicia wouldn’t dare to do anything to him.
However, in the next second, the satisfaction on his face twisted into raw agony.
His scream echoed, scattering the birds in the trees. A few owls hoot eerily into the endless night.
The truly unsettling sight, though, was Felicia herself. The flashlight lay on the ground, casting light over only half of her face. The other half was hidden in shadow. She looked more like a demon than an angel.
She smiled sweetly as she drove the knife into Shawn’s arm and twisted it.
As Shawn’s eyes widened in agony, Felicia’s voice was calm. She spoke patiently, “Don’t worry, I’ve only severed a few nerves in your arm. That’s all.”
She muttered the last two words
with an eerie lightness. Shawn’s face
was drained of color. He stared at her, eyes wide with terror. Felicia looked like a madwoman to him.
“How dare you…”
His body shook with rage. He wanted nothing more than to rip her apart.
Felicia felt wronged.
Shawn had tried to kill her. She was simply giving him a taste of his own medicine. Wasn’t that fair?
Besides, she’d never forgotten that it was Shawn who’d destroyed her hand in her past life. Considering both of her lifetimes, she had already shown an extraordinary amount of patience, having waited this long before finally getting her revenge.
“Now talk. Where’s Lucas?” Felicia’s tone was edged with a warning. “Don’t test my patience, or you’ll lose the other arm too!”
Shawn’s right hand was already useless, and his chest bled heavily from the spikes that had pierced him during his fall. He looked absolutely miserable.
“Would you really dare to kill me? If you do, I’ll haunt you to your grave!”
Shawn was trembling, but he forced himself to look fierce.
Felicia burst into laughter. “You’re joking, right? I don’t even fear you alive! Why would I fear you dead? You’re just a piece of trash, no matter what form you take!”