Sea Sick: A Horror Novel(65)

Sitting several tables away, nursing a drink, was the guy who had been trying to chat up Claire.

Looks like the perv’s here all alone. He’s probably come on board just to pick up young birds.

Conner had a feeling he and the other guy were going to have a problem before the week was over. In fact, Conner felt…enraged.

A coughing sound distracted him. Mike was spluttering and shaking. Blood shot out of his mouth and splattered his teeth and lips.

“What the hell, dude?” said Steve, leaning away in his chair.

Conner went to say the same, but he was suddenly wracked by coughing of his own. Blood shot from his mouth as he felt as though his vocal chords were passing up through his throat. His vision spun all over the place, and he felt…angry.

So f*cking angry.

Conner looked across the room at the man who had been trying to chat up his missus and stood up from his chair. His vision went red as liquid fell down his cheeks. He stumbled between tables and other drinkers, his arms outstretched towards the man named Jack.

I’ll kill you.

Then Conner was lost forever in a maelstrom of anger and rage.