Chapter 109 : At the Cost of Her Own Life

Troy

Hayden was sitting on a rock, chewing loudly as he snacked on what looked like a piece of jerky. I grimaced at the sound, shifting my weight to sit more comfortably on the cold dirt floor of the tunnel.

“You’re welcome for the clothes,” Hayden quipped, “I figured I could offer you one last kindness by not having your balls dragging in the dirt while we wait for, uh, whatever happens.”

“And what exactly is going to happen?” I asked tersely. Hayden shrugged. “Why are you here, exactly?” I asked, genuinely confused. Hayden was a dumbass, as thick as they come. I found it highly unlikely he had much, if anything, to offer Tasia.

“Carl took a liking to me, I think. I’m not so bad once you get to know me.”

“You’re a rapist and murderer—” I bit out. Hayden chuckled.

“Yeah, well. Whatever world Tasia and Carl are gonna make once they have the stones… it won’t matter. Everyone I’ve wronged will be dead. A clean slate.”