[Sylvester]
As she takes his hand and they walk up the stairs together, my stomach sinks and my heart feels like it has stopped. As I move towards the car, my leaden legs resist moving away from the place where I held her in my arms, the smell of our mixed scents calming me, relaxing something deep within.
“We need to go get her,” Rufus insists. “She needs us.”
“Maybe she doesn’t need us” I push back, “Maybe we are the ones who need her.”
My phone rings. It’s the council. I don’t want to answer it, but I know that if I don’t they’ll make trouble for me one way or the other.
Their message for me is brief, curt, and on the nose. They have a solution to all my problems. I just need to present myself IMMEDIATELY to receive their justice.
Well damn. Calling Rudy, I asked him to pick m
