Rorick
Rorick
I nodded as Ryl turned and leaned against the counter as if looking around the store, but she was really watching out the window. I leaned closer to her, just within reach to grab her if needed so we could run. I wanted to go now, but we needed weapons.
“Russ, hurry the f**k up.” I snapped, trying to sound like my typical impatient self. I found it difficult to keep the anger out of my voice and gripped the counter to ground myself.
“f**k you,” Russ called back. Normally, I would laugh, but I wanted nothing more than to rip the weasel's throat out. I saw red as a low grumble started deep in my chest. Ryl nudged up against me and instantly brought me back. I looked down at her but she never looked up to make eye contact. Instead, she whispered in my mind.
Witnesses. She m
