From the way they looked with the dark hair and just by the regal way they stood, Elijah figured it had to be Hron’s brothers and fathers.
No, he didn’t want to talk about the ugliness going on. Elijah wanted that ugly world to just f*****g go away. All he wanted was a little peace. No more talking about Cha… that fucker, or his heathen idiots. No more fighting to stay alive… peace! He needed peace, damn it.
The song ended and Elijah turned to Petree, “I… I can’t do this now, Pea. I just… I can’t.”
Petree gripped his wrist, whispering, “Then we won’t. How about you sing me a song. I know when you do that it helps calm you down, and you know it calms me down as well.”
“But Hron…”
“Can wait. He and his family can wait. Honestly they make me really nervous, Eli. Right now we are goi
