BM03 - Crazy Little Thing Called Dead - Plot & Excerpts
It burned hot in me, pushing aside the grief. It vaporized all the civilized, cultured or sympathetic parts that had remained after the fire. The hatred ignited vengeance and gave me the justification to be inhuman. I knew it, I saw it, but I didn’t even try to hold on to my humanity. If I let myself think about it for too long it scared me. I didn’t think. I grabbed on to the inferno and held it to me. As for the voice in my head that was saying, “Don’t be stupid, it is not in your nature to destroy people…” I ignored it. At Meg’s, I got drawn into the table-setting, food-serving, general-mealtime-chaos that is dinner at the Maverick’s. I was sitting across from Hammie. He smiled every time our eyes met until Jeremy said, “Would you two cut it out? I’m trying to eat, for cripes sake.” “Finally! I told you so,” Meg said to the room in general without bothering to look up from her plate. Hambecker had the good grace to look sheepish and I could feel the burn on my cheeks.
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