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The Sightless Eyes

Storm

"Hello," Riggs rumbles. "Storm? Whatcha need?"

"Can you leave?"

"I'll have to ask Viper for permission. I can think of several ways I can beg her," he says lasciviously.

"I need help. I need you to come and get me. Now," I order him, as though he is one of my men. But he isn't, is he? He is Sawyer's man, and he follows her orders, not mine.

"You don't sound alright."

"I'm not. Please, hurry." My voice cracks at my plea. The only person I have ever begged is Sawyer, and now him. "Do you know where the reservation is?"

"Of course. I've lived here all my life, which is longer than you have," he teases.

I can not believe this idiot is aging himself. He is as old as the Death Kings, which is thirty-eight. He is twelve years older than Sawyer and nine years older than me. I believe he and Slater Zen are the same age.

"I'll be there. Just give me thirty minutes. Are you safe? Can you do that?"

I scoff at his questions with disdain. "I might be blind, but I'm not helpless."

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