A new chapter of All the little lost boys and girls! We’re finally back in the present after a mere (cough) five-chapter (cough) flashback, but things are still far from copacetic. Check out a snippet below and the full chapter at the link above and enjoy!
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Hernandez knew what was going on. Hayes was keeping things from them. Three was her bestie. She had to be in on it, and now the doc was going to be in that circle. Part of him didn’t want to believe it. Like Four, he’d served with the redhead for a long time, but the whispers and nagging thoughts were more insistent than any sense of denial. Something was up with Hayes. Her and the others. He didn’t know how to say it, but he knew it was happening, right under their noses.
Abigail faced the other mercenary. Lutzberg wisely retreated out of her path. Louis was just as tall as she was and met her cold blue eyes evenly. “Why don’t you just fuck right off, Nine?” she asked, her mouth curved into a thin slash of a smile. “And next time you think about saying shit like that, how’s about you keep it to yourself?” She patted his cheek. “There’s a good boy.”
The Darkknell turned to go, but before she could walk away, Nine spoke up again. “You really are her loyal little bitch, aren’t you?” A manic giggle bubbled out of his lips. “Never expected that she’d be the one mounting you. I always thought you’d have her face-down in the sheets, making that little Halo princess squeal for you. Guess that’s how she broke you in, though.” He covered his mouth as another laugh bubbled out of his lips. “Her own riding hound.”
The Darkknell looked over her shoulder at Nine, her eyes cold and her lips stretching into the empty, adrenaline-fuelled grin that on any other day Louis would have recognized. In the moment, the only thing that kept Abby from introducing Hernandez’s mouth to her knee was Shannon’s plea not to start fighting. “Maybe so, Nine.” Despite the grin, every syllable she uttered dropped flat and dead off her tongue. “But you know the thing about dogs? They tend to be loyal. Maybe you should follow that example.”
Louis’s expression clouded like the woman had slapped him. “I’m just surprised you didn’t follow the doc in,” Hernandez continued, returning the volley.
He took a step towards her, cradling his chin in one hand as if in thought. With the other, he scratched at the back of his head. His fingernails came away with crusty red bits of scabbed skin. “But maybe she’s the appetizer. Am I right? Betcha the doc doesn’t have the endurance of a Darkknell wharf rat. I betcha you could take on an entire gang.”
Three froze. When she spoke next her words were very soft, but as sharp as the edge of a knife. “That’s where you want to go, is it?”
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