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Glancing at the clock, I curse. It’s after midnight already. Puffing out my cheeks, I decide I’ll catch an Uber to work, rather than take the bus. It will blow half a day’s pay, but give me an extra twenty minutes of sleeping, so it’ll be worth it.
Which is good in theory, but I already know that I won’t get any rest.
Unplugging my phone from its spot on the counter, I notice one of my pieces of mail is askew.
Pinching the edge of the envelope, I pull it free from the stack.
Like a shiny beacon, my name is printed right there for me, and my intruder, to see.
“Great.”
Not able to walk away with the mail not in place, I quickly straighten the pile.
I hate when things are out of place. Hate it so much. The sight of clutter sends me down a dark spiral. I’ve lived in a filthy home before. Never again.
Leaving the light on––like it will stop any more monsters from entering my home––I head into my bedroom, happy to see that this room looks untouched.
CHAPTER6
Nero
I tip my head back,inhaling the stormy air as the phone rings.
By the fourth ring, I’m clenching my jaw.
Another two rings and I’m thoroughly annoyed when he finally picks up.
“Yeah?” King’s voice is surly. No surprise there.
“I need a favor.” Then I think about it. “Two, actually.”
He scoffs, “What makes you think I’d give you one fucking favor, let alone two?”
“Fuck you,” I tell him without heat. “Come pick me up.”
“Seriously? Now?” Another sound floats through the line, a woman’s voice.
“Yeah, now. Tell your girlfriend it’s time to go.”
“She’s not my fucking girlfriend,” he snaps.
“She know that?” I shouldn’t goad him when I need something. I just can’t help it, he’s fun to fuck with.
“She knows.” His tone is dark but I don’t feel bad about pushing him.
There’s some muffled talking then the sound of a door slamming.
“God, you’re a prick,” he sighs.
I smile into the dark. “You’re one to talk.”
He lets out a snort before he groans, and I hear furniture creaking.
“Noises like that,” I tsk. “Maybe it’s time for you to retire.”
“I’m not that much older than you,” King grunts.
“Not much?” I question, thinking that four years in this life is quite a bit.
