Viola starts to drag my brother down the aisle. She doesn’t get very far. She almost stumbles. I don’t miss the shaking of her legs as she steadies herself. I’m at her side in seconds. She pushes me away.
She doesn’t need me.
“Don’t. Just go and check on the girls.”
“Why did you kiss him?” Why the fuck am I asking that now?
She gives a little laugh. “I had a little opiate mixed in with my lipstick. Sped up his reaction to the date rape drug.” She looks at me. “Don’t worry, I took Naloxone to counter the effect beforehand. I’m not going to pass out.”
Her eyes are bright and her pupils extra-large. Her lips are smeared red from the lipstick she rubbed off. She looks a little fucked despite her precautions.
“Viola…” The rest of the words die in my throat as I see the expression on her face. The snarl on her face is sin itself. I’m reminded of a wounded but also very dangerous tiger I saw in a zoo once. You do not confront a creature like that. Not if you want to keep your fucking arm.
I stand there as she bends down to strip my brother until he’s completely naked. Then she takes a roll of tape out of her pocket and starts taping up his arms and legs.
“Viola,” I repeat.
“Get the girls and take them home,” she says, eyes dark, face void of emotion. The whole time she’s just looking at Kristian.
“Why? What are you going to do to him?”
Viola breaks her gaze away from my brother to stare at me, an evil look creeping onto her face. Beautiful fucking crazy.
“Anything I want. Now go. I promised Lorcan you wouldn’t see this.”