The words were not said twice! Suzie stepped up, picked up the remaining pitcher of juice, and handed it to Murray as if this had been practised to perfection. Like usual, she wondered when it was compromised. Nothing ever made sense in the estate, it would seem. No words were exchanged, and no hesitation, yet each of them knew exactly what needed to be done.
In about five long strides, Murray closed the gap with the heap by the wall. The intruder barely had time to recoil from Samantha's kick and the luresong before Murray's hand clamped her jaw open. The liquid poured down her throat in one merciless motion.
Her eyes went wide. She thrashed, choking, but the trap had already sprung. Her own poison turned against her, searing through her veins. Dark lines spread under her skin, pulsing like fire racing through cracked stone. The stench of iron and something burnt filled the room, making even the scared Gabriel scrunch up his nose in disgust.
