40. Mireille

The whole conversation with Raze felt like an out of body experience. Expecting his true colours to show at any moment, like a coiled snake. Except he was so different. Friendly. Kind. Dazzling.

His short blonde fuzz on his head must be irritating him, he constantly ran his hands over it. Nerves? The sign of a liar? Or maybe I’m just clutching at straws that Cyrus is anything other than a vile piece of work.

“I think she needs some space,” Quinn murmured, tugging softly at Dee’s elbow when I returned.

Shaking my head I looked into their concerned eyes, “Yeah…yes. I’ll see you in the boiler later. ”

“We can cover you,” Dee offered but I shook my head. “I’ll be there. Honestly, it was just a bit intense but nothing bad happened. It was about the notes. Did…did you guys receive them too?”

They looked at each other. "Not since the riot. When we fell out."

Biting half of Dee's ear off, no mere fall out as I remember. There is still dried blood on the wall to remind me of that night.

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