I don't think she sees it. I don't think she takes notice of the greedy hands that hold my face or the horror on my face as I gawk at the woman in front of me. I don't think she knows my dead wife was the one kissing me. It was not an excuse to tell her on our wedding day, but still...
Before I break away from Alana, Persephone turns around and dashes away like a scared rabbit. The way my heart starts to hammer in my chest is almost painful. I peel away from the wall and rush to catch up with her, but Alana grabs my coat and stops me from getting out of the room.
"Wait, darling. Don't let your new toy ruin our fun." she hums and I yank my cots free from her hand.
"Fun?" I hiss as I turn to face her again, pulling out the gun from behind my back and pointing it at her. "You are supposed
