Page 83 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Callie hisses.

Turning to look, I find Sylas with the waitress from before. He leans in, smiling, saying something to her that makes her laugh.

He reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear.

My jaw clenches, and my fingers curl into fists.

How fucking dare she flirt with my man, and in front of me!?

Sylas casts her a wink before coming back over to join us.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Wesley laughs, shaking his head. “You really can’t keep your dick in your pants, can you?”

“What can I say?” Sylas grins down at him. “I’m always up for a good time. She’s off at eight. I told her to text me if she wanted aride.”

“We have plans,” Jasper reminds him.

“I’ll be done with her before that.” Sylas waves him off. “Don’t you worry.”

“Let's go.” Callie gets to her feet. “We’re going to be late for class. I’m done listening about my brother and his sex life. Thanks.”

Yeah, me too, girl. Me too.

As we leave, the girl waves at Sylas. When her eyes land on me, she gives me this smug look, like she’s rubbing it in that she got what she wanted.

I wouldn’t be too cocky about getting yourself a hook-up there, lady. Can’t hook up with someone when you’re dead.

I’m both nervous and excited. This is going to be my second kill! Aaaaand in my new outfit too.

I have everything ready this time. No spontaneous kills tonight.

Earlier, after I was done with class, I came by to scope out the place. They have cameras in the front and back, but by the looks of it, the one in the back only covers the door. As soon as she rounds the corner either way, she walks right into the blind spot.

I’m sitting in my Jeep, waiting until eight. It’s seven fifty-three now. I wonder if Sylas is here too, waiting for her.

No. He wouldn’t go to her, he’d make her come to him.

It’s a shame she’s never going to show up. Hope he wasn’t too set on getting his dick wet tonight.

If I weren’t so set on making that dick mine, I’d fucking cut the damn thing off.

It’s still a possibility, you don’t need the dick to make a baby when the balls are intact.

As soon as it hits eight, I get out of my Jeep. I made sure to park it on the side of the road where there are no cameras.

“Game time, Skittles,” I tell him, letting him climb onto my arm, taking him out of the Jeep. “You let me know if anyone else is coming, okay?”

He lets out a caw before taking off.

“Always a good boy.” I grin, grabbing my mask and slipping it over my face. Pulling the hood over my head, I grab my weapon of choice.

I wrap my hand around the silver fork, the same one I swiped from the cafe earlier.

A bit of poetic justice, am I right?

Okay, it’s not that serious. I just really wanted to know what it would feel like to actually stab someone in the throat with a fork. I’ve already missed my opportunity with a pencil. Not that I’ve written that off completely.

Making sure to be aware of my surroundings, I make my way to the side of the building. There are no lights here, allowing the shadows to cloak me in darkness.