xxiv. Family
He stared at his enemy, golden-brown with skin crisped to perfection. His hand shook ever so slightly, and he didn't want to look over at her, knowing that her amused smirk would be set on her face. He sighed. How was this going to work? He stabbed it. Okay. First step over. Now move your other hand. But somehow, his hands weren't cooperating with him today. He could hear her humming softly with impatience. He was going to kill her.
"Sam?" she whispered, in a sing-song voice. "You have done this before?"
Yep. He was definitely going to kill her.