Then, the fifth, and the more I read it, the more it bothered me. “Don’t,” Chloe said. He’d been using Ashlee as a distraction and to keep tabs on me. Then, when half-rested, we attacked each other in different ways. That also meant Ashlee would lose his protection, allowing me to finally get whatever answers she held. “Thank you for everything,” he sniffled. Like every other time, hearing him speak raised my hackles, and now that I had another possible reason for that, it made so much more sense. I placed a tentative hand on his back and rubbed it as I looked around at the people, most of them watching. Then, the fifth, and the more I read it, the more it bothered me. He was still there, standing exactly as I’d last seen him, looking more like a monument to a long-dead denizen of the cemetery than a man. “I stand ready to slip the dogs of war.”
Wednesday, 12:30 pm
After leaving Psalter behind, I needed a distraction, so I chose the worst one possible.
