Karina Last Days Novels & Stories

I asked. “Oh! This is Karina, my partner.” My eyes widened, and I smiled at him happily. “So you finally found your mate, huh? I’m happy for you, Dante.” Dante looked wary and hesitant about what to say next. “Err—“ Karina butted in, still with a smile on her face, and said, “We aren’t mates.” She chuckled. “My mate already died during a war....” I felt guilty for starting the topic, so I apologized. “Sorry for that.”

He tapped one more time and pulled up the texts. “D, please. Just a little to get me through the night. I’m losing it.” “I swear I’ll pay you next week. You have my word.” “I’m scared. I can’t feel my legs. Are you sure it’s the same stuff?” The contact name: D. No last name. Just a letter. I looked at her. And for the first time in years, Karina looked small. Not weak. No. She looked really small. Like a balloon someone had let the air out of.

“I'm so sorry Kate, I need to head back home. Loved the training, let me know the next time you're performing for an open audience. Bye!” She left leaving behind a mildly stunned blonde girl. She would feel bad, but Kate should be used to her by now. Running home, she got the little piece of paper the girl gave her the night before. Carina. Even her handwriting was sweet, dotting the ‘I’ in her name with a heart. She took the burner phone bought in the morning to call Michael and typed it in. “Hello” “Hi, is this Carina?” “Yes, who's this?” “Hi, my name is Kiara. You helped me out last night with an uber”