Roll The Dice
Before I could even say anything, the first girl who had trusted me came back out to hug me tightly.
“Thank you for saving us,” she whispered. “Thank you for being our hero.”
I closed my eyes as I ran my hand over her hair. “I’m no hero, little one. I’m just a murderer with morals.”
When she tilted her back to look up, my eyes fluttered open again to meet her eyes. “You didn’t hurt us. You fed us and took care of us. I’m not sure what morals are, but I don’t think you’re a bad person, even if you kill people.” She let me go and was almost back inside the apartment when she paused to look back at me. “My name is Jill.”