Kairos
“You hear about the nonsense in the café the other morning?”
“Naw, what happened?”
“Wolfham and Blythwitch went at it. f*****g feral, shifting and everything.”
“Gods be damned. Moonraiser, you hear about it?”
Kairos palmed his face. He’d heard about it but had zero desire to deal with it. Especially with as drunk as he was. He took another sip of his beer.
“S’nothing,” he mumbled. “Lads being lads.”
“Naw, mate,” Petyr chimed in with a shake of his head. “Heard it was over Zora Smith.”
“I don’t get what so great about her,” Alexei, Kairo’s other friend, said. “She lost to Moonraiser by slamming her head into his so hard, she passed out. Kind of pathetic if you ask me.”
Petyr snorted. “Doesn’t stop Wolfham and Blythwitch from creaming their pants over her.”
Kairos shot up. H
