Nerthus
I already have a bad feeling as I step out of my building.
Naturally, I prepared myself for a night out with Bridget and didn’t cancel our date. I had informed her about the fact that I probably wouldn’t make it because of work, but I wanted to provoke Arawn anyway.
That’s just the way we are.
Bridget took it quite well, even if I think she might have been high anyway.
A group of six men are standing distributed on the walkway without seemingly interacting with each other.
The perks of shouting your lungs off against a King I guess.
“Miss Flannings?” The bulkiest of them says in an accent I could swear from his accent that he is one of the men who escorted me home last night.
He opens a car door for me and crosses his hands before his frame as he straightens back up. Wrink
