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I barged into the apartment. "Which one of you ran into some guy with dark hair and a black jacket? Greasy looking guy with a stupid smirk?" I saw Kane's eyes slide to Nat's face, but Nat didn't seem to notice. I grabbed Kane and Nat by the arms and yanked them after me into on of the bedrooms, slamming to door after me. "You two know some guy called Liege? Ringing any bells? Spit it out, Kane, I see that." I took a step toward him, his eyes flicking from side to side frantically. "Hey, hey. What's going on?" Nat demanded, yanking her wrist out of my grip. "I ain't never heard of anyone called that." "Maybe not his name, but you've met ha

"You know, Elo, you seem to always be pretty tired," Bryce remarked to me, looking back at you with concern.   "Yeah. But I'm fine. I just work a shift that's a little late," I laughed it off, almost guiltily, remembering last night's conversation with Kane. "A little late?" Rey laughed from behind me. "You're always like a zombie." "Well, unlike some, I don't take happy pills or whatever you're on, druggie," I snapped at him. "Druggie? That was rude. I'll have you know, I've never touched drugs in my life." He laughed. "So, what do you do? Because you obviously stay up as late as me." I turned to him. He tensed up, but casually relaxed

I dragged myself into our apartment we had moved into 6 months ago. I was exhausted from work and homework. Checking my watch, I saw it was close to midnight and I did my best to creep quietly to my bed. I heard a creak in the floorboards behind me, and turned to see Kane, standing by the door, his hair spent back in a messy manner. "Kane," I murmured, stepping forward. "What're you doing up?" "What am I doing up? I'm not the one who comes home at midnight every single day. Just what do you have to do to that keeps you out every time? You know this city isn't safe." He stepped forward, gripping my arm. I pulled my arm away. "I'm working t

I looked into the hotel room we were to occupy for the next 4 weeks.   "Well, it's definitely cozy . . . " Nat barged in. "What's that supposed to mean?" She took a look around the place, face wrinkling in disgust. "You call this cozy? This looks like someone dug it out of the Thames a hundred years ago and just slapped a new coat of paint on it." "I think it looks nice," Liana said brightly, coming in behind the two of us. "The walls are a really nice shade of yellow and the bed's are made so crisp." She flung herself onto one. "The pillows even smell good." "Nice shade of yellow?" I heard Nat mutter. "I looks like a dog decided to take a

We sat on the wall next to the run-down hotel across the street from our burned apartment building. "Well, that went well," Nat finally said, breaking the silence. "Do you realize how sad it is that arson can't even top our list of things to worry about anymore?" Mario asked from the tree above us. "Yeah, I do." I turned to them. "Where are we going to go?" Nat shrugged her shoulders, flipping her dark curly hair over her shoulder. "We really didn't have anything mind. But I say, definitely another country." "Okay, so, according to Liana's mom, she'll be back in 3 days," Kane said, the light from his phone lighting up his face, making hi