The Runaway Huntress

CHAPTER 10

       "So, you were the hunter." The hard edge in Jethro's voice startled her in what she's doing with the object in her hands, the empty syringe she was examining.

       Great, how lucky can she really get?

       How would she explain this to the man behind her? He would assume that it was her who killed his friend. How should she escape this without getting herself involved too much or revealing her plans? Groaning, how can she be so careless? Right then and there, she wishes she could stab herself in her stupidity.

       The game is still on, she has to get back to it. At least pretend that it is no big deal he caught her red-handed and why she had the murder weapon in her possession. All evident that she was the suspect.

       She heard his footsteps closing the distance between them. Turning around with an innocent look in her face and chin up. She had nothing to be guilty about for she haven't done anything to his friend.

      The disappointment, betrayal, and hurt were showing off in his eyes as she met his gaze. Somehow feeling pity for him. She had been through what he felt. She quickly dispersed off the hurt she can relate from him since it won't benefit her much.

     "Hunter? What hunter?" Like she didn't have the slightest idea of what he was saying.

      His expression turned grim, seems like he wants to strangle her neck with his bare hands.

     "Enough games, Liz. If that is even your name." The strong accusation in his voice was clear enough that he won't just let her go.

     "It is my name. So, what are you talking about? Of course, the game earlier had already ended." She retorted back with a solid expression as she looks up to him.

      Oh, the real game had just clearly started.

      "You distracted us so that your partner in crime can commit her plans with one of us." The daggers in his eyes absolutely mean that he wants to stab her as well.

      That made her mouth agape. She did not just hear that.

      How dare he accused her? The nerve of this wolf.

      The pity she felt for him earlier melted into anger.

      "As I said, I don't have any idea what you were saying."

      "You have the evidence right there on your hands."

       "This?" She raised her palm with the object. "As I had just walked out of the door and closed it behind, I saw this on the doorstep, almost tripped on it. So, I picked it up in case anyone might get accidentally hurt by its protruding needle. Then I searched for any garbage area and got here. That's why I'm also about to throw it now but you startled me." Glaring at him for interrupting what she's feigning about to do.

     She hadn't bothered to look at the change of expression on his face. His mouth slightly opened and eyes that just struck sudden realization.
     

     Melisca was about to toss it back in the trash but Jethro held her arm that made her turn back to him. Staring up at him with a questioning look. "What now?" Arching an eyebrow at him.

     "Can I have that?" He asked for the syringe with a gentle voice now. An apologetic eye was visible on his face.
    
      He let go of her arm as she replied to him, "Of course." She stepped back from where she stood close to the man.

       Jethro put the object in a sealing plastic bag carefully and inserted it in his pocket.

       "I'm deeply sorry." He said with a guilty look in his eyes. Guilty for the accusation he threw at her.