Grue looked at her.
“It’s cool,” she gave him a little smile, then she offered me one, “Hey Skitter, don’t sweat it. We’ll handle this, kay?”
“Kay,” I muttered.
Kay.
In a way, I was relieved at the idea of them leaving. I had no idea what I’d do, but it was a relief anyways.
Oh, I thought she wanted Skitter to come with them. Then again, Armmaster’s still got his steel grip on her.
Miss Militia raised her gun a fraction, waved it toward the others to prod them onward. One by one, they turned. Tattletale led the herd in walking away, followed my Regent and Bitch. Grue was the last to turn away, with Miss Militia following him.
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