ZEKE stood near the stairs with his hood pulled down to cover his face. His hands were inside the front pockets of his jacket. He was listening to Jada and the Dark Blood in their conversation.
“Do you trust this cousin?” She asked.
“Not so much, but they always get the job done. You have nothing to worry about.”
She sighed. “Fine, then. Do what you have to do.” She put her glass on the table near her and headed for the stairs.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“Leaving.” She shrugged before turning her back again.
“Really? You’re not going to end the week-long drought?”
Jada rolled her eyes before smiling as she turned to face Henson. “Should we?”
“Do you need to ask?”
“Well, I really want to. But I’m so busy today. I promise to make it up to you next week.”
“This is the thir
