Minus
Minus’ voice made my insides feel like they were filled with bubbles coated in butter.
I cleared my throat. “Worry? Why? What is there to worry about?”
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“So, there is something to worry about?”
“I said forget it,” Minus said, his tone shifting from concern to impatience.
“No. You said don’t worry about it. Which implies there is an ‘it’ and that there is a reason to fear said ‘it.’”
“Goddammit, Cricket, would you please listen to me for a second,” he hissed. “I’m not sure what Viper knows or what kind of surveillance he might have on us.”
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