Page 162 of Mayhem and Minnie

There’s still a cage around her, but it’s not as prominent as before. Inside of it, though, a blue light starts to shimmer.

At first, it’s a light blue, barely visible through the milky-white walls of the prison. But as the light deepens into a darker blue, cracks appear all over the walls. Until one moment later, the entire prison shatters.

I have to shield my eyes from the blinding light.

Squinting to get a good look, I freeze as I see Minnie—like I’ve never seen her before.

That blue light? It comes from her. It surrounds her, emanating from every pore in her body.

The sentinel formation startles, and the sound stops. But it seems they’re not giving up as they quickly prepare to send another air blast her way and trap her once more.

She only gives me a small smile before she moves. So fast, the sentinels cannot keep up with her. So fast, even my eyes cannot keep up with her.

I rub my eyes to make sure I’m seeing this right.

Why is my dream Minnie surrounded by a blue light? And why is she faster than the flash?

I only see glimpses of her as she goes from sentinel to sentinel, stabbing them with what appears to be a sword made out of the same blue light that emanates from her. She does it so fast, sentinel after sentinel shrieks before turning into dust.

What the fuck is going on?

When the wind swipes the last batch of dust, she finally stops.

She approaches me slowly, uncertainly.

“What the fuck, Minnie?” I rasp.

She bites her lip.

“I don’t think I can stay here anymore, Marlowe,” she whispers as she stops in front of me. She raises her big, beautiful eyes and I note the unshed tears lining her eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

“What are you talking about? You’re not going anywhere,” I say as I grab her arm, needing to ensure she won’t leave my side. But even that amount of force is too much for my worn-out body.

Fucking hell!

She flinches at my tone.

“They found me,” she murmurs in a soft voice. “And now you know…”

“Know what?” I frown.

“That I’m not human.”

I blink, fearing I haven’t heard her right. I mean, it’s not a stretch of imagination to equate what I’ve seen she can do and what I know of her with her being not human. At the same time, hearing it directly from her lips has me frowning.

I’m…confused.

“So?” I ask, raising a brow. “I’m a serial killer. You’re not human. It’s not the worst thing that could happen.” I shrug. For some reason, my words are a little slurred. “I kill humans, and you’re not human, so I don’t kill you. See? Even better…” I mumble.

Does it make sense? It sort of does to my ears. But seeing Minnie’s confused features, I don’t think it does to her.

Holding on to her shoulders, I pull her into my arms and continue mumbling.

“Not human… If you’re not human, what are you?”

She swallows.

“I’m a…”

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