Senseless

drinking game

There are a lot of things to get straight, but I'd say there's one thing more important than any other: Nash angry was a sight to see.

You probably wouldn't see, because you'd be running from him, but he'd catch you easily because his legs are ridiculously long and I'm cackling and howling with laughter, tears of happiness flowing from my eyes. It was over.

I had helped to end what I started. Nash came up behind me, his face a mask of anger but the corner of his lip twitching upward. "It's over," I breathed as he swung me up. Neither of us could be bothered by the darkness or the woods around us; my feet were bare and probably acquiring a nice bit of frostbite.

"It's over!" I cackled, twisting until he dropped me. A fog of happiness surrounded me as I whirled around to face him. Opening my arms, I launched myself at him and he caught me easily, lifting me up as my legs came around to hold on for dear life. Hoisting me up with one arm, he wiped the moisture from my cheeks and smiled, his anger visibly dissipating. "No more hiding!"

Finally, he broke into a delirious laughter as well as my arms came around his neck, holding on tight. "Let's go tell the others!"

He reluctantly set me down, looking at my feet unsurely, but I was far too excited to care about the frozen slabs of skin as I sprinted to the house and into the basement, a wide grin on my face. "It's over!" I yelled, waking up any and every sleeping figure. A few groggily looked on in confusion while others' eyes widened in shock and excitement. "Liam's dead!"

All except for one. A grievous wail rose up from the crowd of women and children and my eyes widened as Sophie's cries could be heard probably throughout the estate. Elena and Natalie jumped up and brought her into a hug, but no one else was so generous. They were unfazed by the outcry, still smiling in disbelief. My mind was only just catching up with me; not only was Liam dead, but so were many of our men.

"Miss, are your feet alright?" a petite lady asked, looking at my feet. I looked down to see them wet and tinted blue, but not enough to be worried about.

"I'm fine," I said, waving it off. My lip caught in between my teeth as I looked at Sophie nervously, walking over to the sobbing girl and sitting down in front of her.

"He didn't deserve this," she hiccupped, looking at me in horror. "He made some mistakes, but"—hiccup—"he didn't deserve to die for them."

"It was him or us," I said, my voice soft to deliver the cold words. "I apologize for not sacrificing myself for the man who hurt me more than anyone."

Sophie shook her head, not meeting my eye as she slowly processed the death of her husband. I felt for her, but couldn't seem to feel bad that I'd killed Liam. He would have killed me or Nash and wouldn't have felt bad in the least.

We had about fifteen deaths. That was horrible, but it was still way better than the Hills had it. Nash just wanted to bury them all and tell the families, but I wanted a funeral. Of course, all of it was quite expensive. Nash seemed unbothered by it, though, and there were almost too many crying people for me to console. I tried, though.

Oh, I tried. There were so many people, whether they were friends of the deceased or family. Some just stared off, disbelieving or processing. Elena was just sitting in shock, her eyes wide. We'd let Sophie move off with the Hills and had slowly cleaned up the house. I swept up glass with a few other girls while guys carried off the heavier stuff.

Elena had already picked several glass shards from my feet.

Amber had disappeared, along with a few other women. I didn't know where they'd gone, but I didn't question it. No one else seemed fazed.