"𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬"

𝟑𝟐. "𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬"

I kept my face buried in my hands for most of the ride, so I had no idea where Jerome was heading. Finally, he stopped the van, and I peered out the window to check where we were. My eyebrows creased slightly when I noticed a power plant. I quickly turned to the ginger, but he was already out of the car. I sighed, jumped out too and got to him just as he dragged Dwight out of the van.

"Don't run. It won't do you any good." He warned Pollard, reached inside the car and grabbed a camera.

"Can you handle this?" He referred to me. I glared at him and ripped it out of his hands.

"Fantastic." He snarked and got back to whatever crazy nonsense he was working on.

"Ass." I muttered to myself, but he heard me and swiftly spun towards me.

"What did you call me?" He growled, pointed his finger at me and stepped so close that he was forced to look straight down.

"I called you an ass." I hissed as I stared straight into his green orbs. He glared harder.

"I'm not scared of you, you know." I shrugged carelessly. His eyebrows shot up.

"Well, that's not very smart. Now is it?" He rasped and tilted his head ominously. I scoffed and took a tiny step back.

"Maybe not, but I can't help it. You may not remember me, but I remember you. You're weak when it comes to me." I grinned widely and winked. His eyes were burning with rage.

I swiftly spun on my heel, calmly entered the building and stopped in the first room where I found chairs. Then I set the camera on one of the barrels, took a seat and started waiting for Jerome and Dwight.

***

★ Jerome P.O.V. ★

I dragged the cart with the explosives into the plant and found Grace sitting on a chair with her legs crossed. That idiot Dwight was peacefully standing next to her with his hands joined behind his back. It was beyond me how he didn't realise that I was absolutely going to kill him. After I dropped the bag with my face on a barrel, I pulled an old stapler out of my pocket. Then I took the skin out of the plastic, leaned back and carefully positioned it on my head.

"Wait!" Grace suddenly called and snatched the stapler from the barrel.

"What the hell?" I spat and glared at her.

She kept quiet, grabbed my hand, the one I wasn't using to keep my face in place, led me to the chair where she was sitting before and tried to force me down on it. It didn't do anything, but I sat down. She positioned my face properly and raised the stapler to it, but before she did anything, she looked down at me.

"I-if you want, you can squeeze my waist to help with the pain." She muttered, and her cheeks turned slightly pink.

With how she looked and how pale her skin was, it was as if someone painted blush on a porcelain doll. I carefully placed my hands on her small waist. She grimaced slightly and closed her eyes for a second. My eyebrows creased. Or, to be more precise, my flesh, since I didn't actually have my eyebrows yet.

She took a shaky breath, finally touched my face with the cold metal and pushed in the first staple. I groaned with pure agony and squeezed her. She put her hand over her eyes and whimpered softly. I immediately took my hands away. I was genuinely afraid I would break her. She looked straight into my eyes.

Hers were hard-to-believe pretty. They reminded me of silver stars and the sky after the storm and somehow ashes in a fire. She called herself Grey before. It was most likely my nickname for her. Only I would be enough of a genius to call a girl like that after a colour.