Can’t I wait to kill him? I begged Troy. I knew he was fuming but he got his voice down to a normal level.
No. It’s now or never.
Na uh. I can wait. I can do this. Pretend to be on his side … like you did.
It’s too much of a risk, babe. I don’t want you getting hurt.
I’m not gonna get hurt. I hissed, clenching my teeth together.
And I said no. Kill him now.
No! I don’t have to do what you say! I don’t listen to anyone but myself!
Grace, please. Be reasonable. If you don’t destroy him, he’ll destroy you.
Nooooo … just wait and see.
Troy didn’t answer to that. Instead he let out a loud shriek and it pained me so much I fell to the floor.
Stop being such a baby about this. I argued.
Stop not listening to me. He yelled again and I clutched my head, closing my eyes tightly.
“Grace?” Kahn asked and my eyes flew open quickly. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I managed to say, “Just a migraine. I need to sleep.”
“Probably a first side-effect. Get some rest.” He led me to an empty bedroom and I collapsed on the big bed after locking the door. It was time to make my final decision. And I’ll be making it my way not Troy’s way.
My choices: kill him now or kill him later.
My decision: later. Of course …
I had picked my side.