ACE
I kept eyes everywhere just in case Avalon returned. She'd been gone for a little too long for my concern. While people laughed, and enjoyed themselves, I settled into what you could describe as a comfortable unease. Makes no sense, does it?
I am comfortable with unpleasant feeling spreading across my chest as if to warn me of something bad. And since that usually involved the princess, I can't exactly be angry about the way I'm feeling.
"Ace?" I heard someone calling my name. It was a masculine tone so I knew it couldn't be Avalon. And it was familiar to me.
I turned to face the owner, seeing the Irish mob boss sitting on his wheelchair with a thin smile hooking his lips. He looks better than the last time I saw him.
"Alastair?"
He nods, saying nothing for minutes. I wonder w
