EDGE
We squeezed into the booth with the five of them. It was suddenly very cosy.
Blade had pulled me in next to him, his left hand ending up on my thigh.
“What do you do now, Smarts?” Sunshine asked.
“Same old,” she replied with a smile. “You?”
“Same.” He gave her a small smile. “What’s your background in, Edge?”
“I’m old enough that I’ve been many things, Sunshine.” I was avoiding the question, but technically it was true. At around 500 years old, I had done loads of different things. Knives were always an undertone, but that’s details.
His face said he knew that was technically true, but still an avoidance.
“What about you, Point Blank?”
“I’ll give you one guess, Sunshine. And it’s not fashion design.” She chuckled.
I rolled my eyes at her. “What about you boys, Snake, Steel a
