The Partisan Chronicles [Dystopia | Supernatural | Mystery]

Everleigh

The fox was there,

and when I blinked he was gone.

Back again,

gone again.

And there he was.

"You want me to sell the Jaskar."

"No, not sell it," he said. "Not unless you want to. I'm suggesting you partner up with a nice couple who'll enjoy running it. You can negotiate the terms with them."

"Is it the Tragers."

"Aye."

"Will there be sex parties."

"Aye."

"Can I spy on them."

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"Aye."

"Okay."

The nerve,

the genius,

the relief of it all.

"Did you have fun at the party."

"You have no idea—or wait, do you? You weren't there, were you?"

I snorted when I laughed. "No."

"You were right though. They're not murderers, or jerks."

"I know. I vet very carefully. That's why Alexander being so upset about his friend is frustrating. She wasn't okay."

"Wait, is that what happened? You dusted one of Alexander's friends?"

"We're still working through it. It's been nine years."

"That's rough."

"It's annoying."

The fox found me funny.

"You remind me of Rhian sometimes."

"Who's that."

"You haven't read my mind enough to know?"

"I'm selective."

The fox found me funny again.

The restraint of it all.

I wanted to press on his dimples.

"Rhian's my sister," he said. "She'll be here soon."

A weight,

a worry.

"Okay. But I get to decide who knows about me and when."

"Don't you all?"

"Aye, because we could easily kill you. Tell the Tragers I'll meet with them whenever they feel like it. I'll be in my office."