Page 26 of The Pretty Psycho

"Uh, yeah," he murmured, looking at the men on the floor. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you shouldn't be able to kill two grown-ass men in your condition?"

I shrugged. "I guess I didn't get the memo."

Silence enveloped us when all of a sudden Dimitri started laughing, cackling, really, and shaking his head at me. "You're definitely something else, Vega."

"I am definitely pissed off right now," I remarked. "What the fuck is going on?"

"I'll explain everything on the way," he answered, looking past me at Yolanda. "Is she okay?"

I turned around, seeing her still underneath that man, shaking from head to toe. "Yo," I murmured, approaching her slowly and tucking the gun into the waistband of my leggings. "Yolanda?" But there was no answer. I pushed the man off of her, pulling her to her knees, but it was no use. Her eyes were firmly plastered to the floor and the blood spattered on the white marble, right next to the body of the man that had attacked us. "Fuck my life," I groaned, crouching down in front of her.

"Yo." I placed my hand on her shoulder, hoping it would pull her out of this catatonic state. "Yolanda?"

"H-He's dead." Her teeth chattered, and the shaking only increased. "They're all dead."

"I think she's in shock," came from Dimitri, who was now in the center of the room. "I don't think it's a good ide—" I slapped her cheek before he could finish the sentence. "Never mind."

She yelped, her hand flying to her cheek and those blue eyes filling with anger. "What the fuck was that for?"

"You're welcome." I chuckled. "Come on." I stood up, ignoring the vertigo in my head. "We gotta go."

"Like, now," Dimitri added, and I could see the confusion swirling all over her face as she took in the scene around her.

"Oh my God," she gasped, seeing the dead man right next to her. She jumped up, almost tumbling over her feet. "Y-You…"

"Yeah, I killed him. You screamed then kinda went into shock. Come on. We can rehash the entire thing later on." Because I had a feeling the adrenaline coursing through me wouldn't last much longer. "We're not safe here."

"Come on, ladies," Dimitri called out, already moving toward the door. "Arseniy is waiting for us in the car." He didn't wait for us before he left the room, and I knew by the hurried steps he took that we were in deep shit.

"Yolanda." I looked at her. "Can you walk?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Let's go then." I wrapped my fingers around her upper arm and started pulling her out of the room and into the hallway. I was surprised to see that none of the nurses or doctors were in the vicinity, since I guess we weren't as quiet as I hoped we would be. So, unless we got the fuck out of here as fast as possible, we wouldn't only have to deal with the assassins sent for us, but also law enforcement. And I really wasn't in the mood to deal with the German police.

Not today.

I dragged Yolanda all the way to the elevators where Dimitri now stood holding it open for us, pulling her in and taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. "Are you okay?" Dimitri asked as we started descending, and as my eyes looked at the panel, I saw that we were going to the basement.

"I've been better." And I had been, but this weakness would pass eventually. It fucking had to.

This feeling, this anger, all of this would pass. I just had to push through the rest of the day and sleep. Just fucking sleep.

But as we exited the elevator and I saw Arseniy behind the wheel of a black Audi A7, I had a feeling that sleep would be the last thing I'd be able to get once we arrived at the Academy.

So much for me getting away.

9

ADRIAN

Dead.

Almost everyone we knew and trusted at the Academy was dead. Dante and Jax returned thirty minutes after we found that letter, telling me with the looks on their faces what I already assumed.

My father sent his assassins while I was too preoccupied with other things, using an opportunity to strike where it hurt me the most. He always said I was too emotional, too attached to the people we worked with. How could I not be when these men and women laid down their lives for us every single day, sacrificing their own future because they believed in the cause?

At the start of the school year there were less than a hundred of them joining the program, and by the looks of it, at least thirty of them were now dead, but where was the rest? Did they take them? Did they manage to escape?

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