“More burdens, more pressures and demands,” she said, her voice quiet.
Yeeah, sorry. Nobody likes this except the Slaughterhouse Nine.
“Yeah. That’s the way things play out. But we can help to protect you in exchange. You watch our back, we watch yours.”
This really does sound like it’s heading towards her staying at the Hive.
I am so in favor of that.
“I don’t know if my conscience can handle taking that final step over to the dark side. Or if I can handle being in Tattletale’s company.”
Well, you’re in luck!
“We’re operating as two distinct groups. Tattletale’s with Regent and most of the Travelers. It’s me, Grue, Imp, Genesis and Bitch here in the north end of town. Absolute-”
Absolute(ly) what? Absolute separation from Tattletale? Absolutely fine?
I didn’t finish my sentence. Something constricted around my throat, fingertips digging into the windpipe, and the air ceased to flow.
What.
Bitch, is that you?
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