Tera was slit from sternum to navel, and she was spilling guts all over the sand. I looked over at Angela, and saw her face ashen and trembling, on the verge of sickness. Brandon had tensed to a rock beside me, his face drawn to a grimace, his hand pulling out of me. I found myself not giving a single shit for Tera, which was a relief, because everyone else seemed pretty broken-up about it. The benefits of Corruption usually did outweigh the detriments, so long as the Sentient wasn’t trying to get me in a relationship. “Well, shit.” I grumbled, “I guess Astrid’s going to be a solo act now.” “Willowbud,” Brandon said, taking my hands and looking intently into my eyes, “can I trust you?” “As much as you can trust a snake to bite,” I laughed, uncomfortable with the seriousness of his tone, wishing he’d be as apathetic to Tera’s death as I was, “why?” Brandon didn’t answer. He got off the couch, and walked toward the balcony blowjob of our box. It was then that I noticed Astrid had picked the dying succubus off the ground, and was flying right for us. “What are you doing?” I yelled at Astrid, “Leave her on the sand to die!” Astrid ignored me. She flew into our box and draped Tera on the floor. My aunt was barely alive. Her violet eyes were bulging, her breaths were gurgling and rattling, her bronze flesh was as pale as death. Her wound was over a foot long, and revealed everything inside her. “Astrid, put her out of her misery,” I groaned, “I don’t need to see her like this.” Brandon knelt before Tera, and she pushed him away weakly, slapping at his face. “Don’t!” she coughed, looking from me, to indian Brandon, eyes bloodshot and panicked, “Don’t!” “Don’t?” I asked, looking from Tera, to Brandon, “Don’t what?” “Can you save her?” Astrid asked Brandon. Why was everyone ignoring me? 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I’m not fucking moving!” “What the fuck is going on?!” I hissed at Brandon, not daring to move my neck, not daring to kill Justina lest Angela’s hand slip, “What do you know?!” “I know all kinds of things,” Brandon smiled sadly back, “and I know that I can trust you. Angela, put it down.” Angela tensed behind me, seemingly prepared to disobey the man she somehow knew, seemingly ready to Hardcore push the spike into my throat and end it all. She breathed a reluctant sigh against my neck and let the spike drop, and I wheeled around on her, feeling earth mature and rock beneath me, feeling a million different ways to exact my revenge. Something stopped me. A whisper in my mind, a feeling in my chest. Corruption couldn’t talk to me, but she still spoke with painful clarity. ‘Don’t do it,’ the feeling seemed to say, ‘show restraint, but only for now. Later, Willowbud, later. 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