I grin over at her as she rolls her eyes, and I force the composure that normally comes with so much ease. It’s fractured right now, and I don’t have time to regroup before it’s time to bring out the arsenal.
I have to strike soon, just not too soon.
I pop a piece of gum into my mouth, and Hadley groans when she sees Lisa talking to Logan and Leonard.
“Please behave. This is a crime scene, and you can’t give me another one.” Her tone is joking, but also serious.
“I’ll be good,” I say with a dark smile, my eyes on Lisa as I picture what her screams would be like.
I really need to get my control back before I cut her a little.
That would be bad.
“Witnesses are all around,” Hadley says in a singsong voice.
I keep staring at Lisa as she tries to touch Logan. He wisely backs away, not letting her touch connect with his arm. His back is to me, but Lisa spots me, and a devious smile curves her lips.
Oh, I could so teach her a lesson.
Hadley starts getting worried again, stepping in front of me to cut off my vision.
“Don’t, Lana. I’m onboard with your crusade, but I’m not cool with petty cattiness.”
My eyebrows go up, but before I can speak, Lisa’s voice interrupts.
“It’s sad that she has to hurt the team by needing a constant babysitter,” Lisa says, because she’s stupid enough to provoke someone who could kick her ass for hours and never grow tired.
“Go. Away,” Hadley snaps, glaring at Lisa.
Lisa snickers as she starts walking by, and I spit my gum out. Because I’m an awesome aim, it lands right in the back of her hair, hitting hard enough to imbed in there real good.
Lisa gasps and grabs the back of her hair, whirling around with wide eyes that look ridiculous paired with that gaping mouth.
I grin and wag my fingers at her before walking again, moving toward Logan.
Hadley groans while running to catch up with me.
“Now that was petty,” I quip, grinning proudly.
Oddly, I don’t feel so stabby anymore. I doubt I could spit gum out at all my impending victims and feel free, but with Lisa, it seems to do the trick.
I should buy more gum.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Hadley hisses, but I can tell she’s biting back a smile that matches my immature one.
“Better than sending her roses from a serial killer.” I shrug, and Hadley’s smile vanishes.
“Too soon?” I ask, playing coy.
She flips me off and walks away just as Logan walks up, eyeing the interaction between us.
“You’re not Hadley’s friend until she flips you off at least twice,” he says, cupping my chin and tilting my head back.
“Then we must be besties because she uses that gesture quite often with me.”
He smiles, but I see the heaviness in his eyes and how weighted he feels. Kyle’s body was too much for him, and I knew it before I delivered it to the town.
He doesn’t understand.