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Damon
I waited outside the bar for thirty minutes after closing. Long enough for the last stragglers to stumble out, for the music to fade and for the lock to click behind the front door. I could’ve left after the first ten. But I knew he -- she was still inside.
Eli. That’s what they called her. And she was convincing, mostly. Voice low. Shoulders stiff. Shirts loose and skin hidden.
But she didn’t move like a man. Not when she thought no one was watching. Not when her guard slipped and her mouth opened like she’d forget who she was pretending to be.
I didn’t know why she was lying. I just knew I wanted the truth out of her.
The alley behind the bar was quiet. I slipped through the side gate as the lights turned off one by one inside. The staff door opened, and there she was with
