Chapter 7:
The bell rings at seven in the morning.
I'm still on the stool where Kael left me. Coffee going cold. Feet wrapped. His cut still hanging off my shoulders like a coat on a hook.
Kael's hand goes flat on the bar.
"Expecting somebody?"
"No."
The door opens.
It's a woman. Seventy-something. Gray hair pinned back. A coat over a nightgown. A pot of coffee in one hand and a plate covered with a dish towel in the other.
She stops in the doorway and looks at me.
"Well," she says. "You look like hell."
Kael exhales.
"Miss Ada."
"Don't you Miss Ada me." She comes in and sets the pot on the counter. "Word's been going around since five. Carl from the gas station called my house before the sun was up. Said there's a woman at the Vipers with a busted lip and a stolen jacket."
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