Skylar.
“So, this is where I live,” I announced as I opened the door to my single bedroom abode. The floor was clean and the sheets were folded but I'm sure it still looked like a s**t hole to Conrad, who walked in after me.
He had to bend his head to enter the room. His black face cap did well to cover most of his face but anyone who knew him averagely well could recognize him at first glance.
I just hope no one around here did.
“Alright, let's pack your things and bolt.” He said, sweeping his gaze around.
Yeah, we bolt.
According to Conrad, there was a place his grandfather's influence didn't reach. And yes, it was here in this same country. He said the town was habited by a group of people who were very territorial and had resisted his grandfather for years. He didn't tell me more
