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AS SOON AS THEY STEPPED off the boat, Marc was by Venus' side. His body so close to hers that she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. She glanced around, trying to figure out what they were walking into, but she still didn't know exactly where they were, only that there was a large party happening on this island, with people dancing and enjoying themselves with no worries.
She pulled her jacket sleeves down, hiding her Widow Bites underneath the material.
"Stay close," Marc told her.
Venus scoffed slightly, "I think I should be sayin' that to you," She smirked at him, looking up at his eyes. She could see his pupils dilate as he stared at her, expecting it to be the result of the darkness they were standing in. She lifted her wrist up, to show him her Widow Bites, "Don't worry, love, I'm prepared," She smirked to herself when she watched his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulped.
"Alright, lovebirds..." Layla said, breaking the two out of their staring contest, looking amused between them, "...Here's the plan. Your name is Rufino Estrada," She pointed at Marc before then looking at Venus, "You're Josefina Estrada. A newly married couple. I'm helping you look for your wedding gift," She said, not letting them argue with the plan as she walked away, gesturing for them to follow, with Pumpkin secretly walking through the crowd, keeping herself hidden as well as she could.
Venus felt her face on fire as she glanced to her left at Marc. She saw his eyes already on her.
"You ready, wife?" He asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Venus nodded and the pair quickly followed Layla through the crowd of dancing people.
Venus felt her hand brushing Marc's as they walked. Her fingers itching to grab onto his. But she didn't let herself as they walked through the crowd.
"So, we're back from our honeymoon in Maldives," Marc commented. Trying to add more of a backstory to their new identities.
Venus shook her head, "Nah, how about Florence?" She suggested.
Layla walked up ahead of them, smirking slightly to herself.
Marc raised a brow as he looked down at Venus, "Florence?"
She nodded, "It's far more romantic. Plus, lovely at this time of the year."
"You've been there before?" Marc wondered, looking interested.
Venus nodded, sighing as she looked away from him, "Yeah. Just...not for good reasons," She glanced down, her hands were suddenly covered in sticky red substance. Her breathing laboured. She stared at the stains. The liquid covering every single inch of her hands. Dripping down onto the floor. Her eyes widened as she clenched her fists and pushed them down, out of sight. Closing her eyes for a moment as she tried to remember where she was. That there was nothing on her hands. Not now. Katarzyna, Ania, Alina, Daryna, Ariel, Elizabeth, Maya, Bianca, Sophia, Lena. She took in a deep breath as she looked up again, refusing to look at Marc who was staring at her in concern, having noticed her episode and the change in her posture.
