Ever since Eighteen arrived at the cabin, Evelyn Ford had been living in utter misery. At first, she'd even dreamed of ways to kill him. After realizing he was practically unkillable, she had no choice but to accept her reality.
But she was never a good-tempered person to begin with. That evening, they started fighting again over a chicken drumstick.
This time, however, it was Eighteen who started it. He had been eyeing the meat in Evelyn Ford's bowl, and not only did he covet it, he actually reached out to snatch it.
Evelyn Ford pinned him to the floor, grabbed him by the hair, and landed two punches.
He swallowed the drumstick, lifted Evelyn Ford up, and tossed her into a snowdrift in the yard.
"I have to kill him. I'm so pissed, so pissed!" Evelyn Ford was fuming. She, who was normally so calm and composed, had been turned into a complete shrew.
