Deadly

Chapter 17

Short note. This chapter contains a breif lesbian moment. If you're not comfortable reading that sort of thing, I've marked the part. It starts after the bold hearts and ends before the next row of hearts.

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One week later...

Forgive me, for I am about to commit murder. I shot my shadow a death glare over my shoulder. He was not-so-discreetly watching me from the other end of the hall, his body half hidden around the corner. Flexing my fingers, I imagined what it would feel like to wrap them around his neck. All week long he'd been following me, watching my every move, day and night. I couldn't stand it anymore, I was going to commit murder and toss his corpse into the ocean. The fish could have their go at him.

" I know what you're thinking." Felicity said from the doorway of Dallas's bedroom. I glanced over at her, my body still angled to face my victim. Arms crossed over her chest, she gave me a disapproving frown. " Forget it Katherine. You can't kill him."

" That's what you think." I said to myself quietly.

" Don't we have something to discuss?" She asked in way of distraction. " It's our last day here."

Grumbling to myself, I weighed the importance of our task with the personal vendetta I'd acquired over the week. She was right, of course. There was a certain dark basement in the restricted, roped off area we still needed to look in to. Once Felicity had gotten over the shock and fear of being attacked, I'd told her about the place I'd found. We were leaving later today and we hadn't gone there yet. My shadow has been impossibly hard to shake.

" Okay, I'm coming." I said reluctantly. Deflated, I gathered all of my willpower and forced myself into the bedroom. Rolling her eyes, Felicity followed. She closed the door and turned on the radio in the room. Dallas eyed her suspiciously from beside his bed. His travel bag was open, half packed.

" So.. What's the plan?" Felicity asked quietly from beside the radio so Dallas and my shadow wouldn't overhear.

" I'm fresh out of ideas." I hated to admit.

" Don't you want to know what's down there?" She asked.

" Of course I do."

" Then think!"

" What's going on?" Dallas asked. Disregarding the rest of his unpacked clothes, he joined Felicity and I by the radio. Felicity eyes him nervously, her cheeks flushing with the fear of getting caught. She turned the volume down on the music, casting me a worried glance.

" Nothing that concerns you." I said tightly.

He gave me a defeated look and said, " Look, whatever it is, I want to help."

I laughed. Then laughed some more.

Felicity twisted her fingers together, looking back and forth between us. " Dallas, you can't really-"

" I know it's something you're not suppose to be doing." He said. Sighing, he looked right at me. " I don't care. I'll do whatever it is."

" Why?" I asked.

" To get back in your good graces." He said softly.