A good mood? He was insane. Andrew had been right about the explosive combination of Butler and Marik. Butler was straightforward with his violence, but Marik obviously craved it too. It was just hidden under the surface with him. Together they would only feed off each other until every girl in the house was dead. He’d actually stabbed her. She was shaking with the shock of it. Gods, what had she walked in to? What on earth could she do against someone who could stay so calm while being so violent? There was no end to what he might do with her, every morning when she healed - “Fae?” There was a light touch on her shoulder, but it made her jump and turn quickly, which caused blood to pour through her fingers, and she hissed from the pain of it. Hills was staring at her side with an open mouth. “Holy shit - he, he stabbed you? He’s never… what the -” the guard cut himself off with his hand over his mouth and he suddenly ran into the bathroom and came back with a towel.
