THE WICKED ONE | NOEL.

𝖹𝖤𝖱𝖮

"𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽.
𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾..."

𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝟤𝗇𝖽, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧: 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄.
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅.

It didn't take long to reach a hotel to stay in, Dmitri knew the city like the back of his hand. They get out of the car swiftly, Iris looks down at her vibrating phone: her mother was blowing up her number once again. Dmitri shuts the trunk and tosses a bag to Iris, she catches it skillfully and hooks her arm under the strap. They walk into the luxurious setting of the lobby, it was empty but they expected it to be at this time of night.

The receptionist stares at the blood on Iris's skin, he becomes nervous and tugs on the tie hugging his neck. Dmitri slams his hand down on the counter, the man's eyes immediately shift to him. Iris sees the receptionists hand resting on the phone, she nudges Dmitri out of his spot. "I was at the gas station and this guy was carrying paint, I suppose they were paying him to redo the sign. He was so clumsy that, he spilled it and some of it splattered on me. Perfect timing."