Just as the two of us realized what she had done, Mandy strode proudly in.
She was tall and thin, with straight, bleached hair. She had the palest, most transparent skin, but the blackest eyes one might ever see. Mandy had the body of a goddess, the eyes of a demon, and the mind of a good criminal.
She was quick, brilliant, power-hungry, and evil. The woman was but twenty six, but she already knew how to pit people against each other, make them fight, and never suspect her. Mandy was, in her own mind, the queen, and anyone else was her subject; her pawn, to move or discard as she may.
“Frank. Rick.” She nodded to each of us.
“Mandy, you conniving, manipulative spider.” I hissed through the pain that was quickly spreading throughout my chest, ripping each vein and artery from my heart.
Frank took a step forward, his knuckles white from clutching the gun.
“Have you ever told me the truth to me, Mandy?” He growled.