by Mac Flynn
Red frowned and fell back against the couch. "Maybe some of the rules don't apply, but you don't have to take my word for it that that guy was there. That necklace I gave you should be enough proof that he was involved, and that he's trouble."
"It doesn't mean much to me," I argued.
His frown deepened. "You also have your promise to keep. You said you'd stay away from him."
I stood and looked down at him. "I guess my promise doesn't really matter now that he's gone."
"It matters to me," Red insisted.
My eyes fell on his gut. "You sure you don't need a doctor to look at that?"
He shook his head. "Nope, and you're terrible at trying to change the subject."
I strolled around the couch and towards the hall. "I've kept my promise so far, and if you don't need me any more tonight I think I'll go to bed. It's been a long night of facing death."
"We'll talk about this tomorrow," he warned me.
"Yes, Mother," I retorted as I slipped into my room.
I shut the door and leaned my back against the entrance. The light from the city spilled into my room. I ran my hand through my hair and a sigh escaped my lips.
"What the hell happened in that alley?" I whispered.
Unbidden, my fingers dug into my pocket. I pulled out the necklace and studied the break. The clasp could be mended. I could wear it and-
I pursed my lips. "What the hell are you thinking?" I asked myself.
I pushed off from the door and stepped over to the window. The sky still shed its tears of rain. I looked down at the chain in my hand.
"Who are you, Morale?" I whispered.
I would find out, even if it brought me face-to-face with that creature again.
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