Chapter 11
“Guardian down... I thought you’d be more of a challenge, Red. Guess I got lucky.”
In the moonlight streaming through the open curtains of his bedroom window, Reika could make out the glow of Kirin’s bottle-blond hair. He thought of Kai’s jet black locks with that defiant patch of fire-engine red. “Red” could easily refer to that distinctive feature—or it could refer to the garnet now found glinting at his earlobe. Whichever was more likely, it was clear that Kai was the “Red” in question, who the shooter had expected to be a challenge—and who, presumably, he also referred to as a member of Guardian.
“Guardian down...” It seemed a strange comment to make, seeing as Kai was only one member of the band—but then again, people who went around shooting strangers with glowing weapo
