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After the attack, guards have been up like crazy. None of us hadn't have a clue on who it could be targeting me. So, it isn't as if I could make a list of suspects because I'm as lost as everyone else is.

Usually, I'm perfect when it comes to this, but right now? I have a huge brain fog about who would want me dead and why? I mean, I am a mass murderer, but the victims are already dead. Unless they came back to life and decided to haunt me, which is highly unlikely.

Calling Noah and Harley to catch up on everything seemed like a great plan at first. Until I brought up a tiny little detail that probably should've stayed in my head.

"You and Mason fucked?" Harley exclaimed, eyes growing wide.

"Now I see why Clyde says I talk too much," I muttered, sinking into the couch.

"Jesus, Harley. Let the woman breathe," Noah laughed, plopping beside me.

"She was clearly breathing perfectly fine with Mason around."

"If she was getting fucked then-"

"Are you done?" I interrupted, looking between the two.

"You just told me that you finally got dick. Sorry if I'm a little ecstatic," Harley smiled, clapping.

I shook my head, stabbing into the lettuce in my bowl. You tell Harley about one sex moment, and her eyes are popping out of her head.

"Does it mean you two are back together?" Noah asked, picking the croutons out of my salad.

I slowly smiled and nodded, sitting up straighter. It's more than refreshing to admit that Mason and I are together again. He's proven himself more than once that he isn't that person who wrote that stupid letter. This second chance is deserved.

"Alright, then when am I getting my god babies?" Harley asked bluntly.

"No time soon," I laughed a bit. "Hell, we just got back together."

"And you can just push out my god babies. This isn't rocket science."

With a scoff, I threw a crouton at her, and she caught it in her mouth, happily chewing. Noah cheered, high fiving her before he tossed one into his mouth. I then brought my legs over their laps, letting my head rest against the cushions. This salad is so good for no reason.

I've been thinking about the conversation I had with Clyde about my parents. Part of me feels bad for making it seem like I wasn't appreciative of everything he gave me. But in reality, the possibility of my mom and dad being alive is eating at me and it's something that's been on my mind a lot lately.

I told Harley and Noah about it, which they clearly understood. Just like me, they were curious about what Clyde had to say. I'll be honest, he surprised me during that entire conversation. But hey, all's well that ends well, I guess.

"After our very boring relaxation, I have to go to the organization. I have work to do for once."

"Alrighty, you want to be alone, or do you want company?" Noah mumbled with a mouthful.

"This may be something I have to do alone. But, if I get anything, I will definitely let you guys know."

"We know you will," he smiled.

"Let's just hope that I get good results," I sighed, stuffing my mouth with a forkful.

"You're going to get good results. Don't be a downer, be positive."

Once I finished the remains in my bowl, I nodded then hopped over the couch and brought it to the kitchen to rinse and wash it off. It was honestly pretty boring today, but I had nothing coming up besides digging. That is one of the main reasons why I wanted Clyde to give me some assignments. That, and because Mason's going to be busier with work himself.