"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚, 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙?" he asked me sweetly, and I could not remain silent with his lips near my ear.
"On yours..." I answered under a whisper, still looking at the floor.
With the gentle brush of his finger...
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⚠️ Pssst...I know I said I wouldn't give any more warnings, but there might be mentions and actions of vicious violence towards the end that could make people with soft stomachs queazy. (though I held back more than I wanted haha)
Also, we're only a couple chapters away from the book ending. Woohoo!
- Jay
༻𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨༺
I watch as Ulyssa opens the door from my criminals' residence. Newman leans against a crutch as he walks to meet her. I stay put by Liara's side, noticing she is abnormally still. Only her hand shakes within my own. I run my thumb over the surface of her fingers to soothe her.
"Their session is through," Ulyssa smiles, petting her stomach as she steps out from inside. I give her a quick nod, and a tall man slowly approaches the entrance, holding a sparking black purse.
"Your bag, Mrs. Lorence."
She gasps and grabs her purse, "Oh my goodness! Thank you, Prometheus."
He bows before looking at me with his one eye.
Prometheus is one of my most productive men out of the entire crew. When I first found him, his name was Peter and his sin was stalking. Some time after I had given him his punishment by taking his left eye, he decided he wanted a new name. He seemed to want to change, not out of fear of me, but out of respect for his future self.
He is now an excellent sniper and strategist, and I can put him to valid use.
After our goodbyes to Ulyssa, Liara and I follow Newman inside. Prometheus focuses his raven eye on me, but when he sees Liara stare at his empty left socket, he places his leather eye patch upon it.
"Master War," he acknowledges.
"Is everyone aware?" I ask.
"Yes, sir."
We follow him to the large basement where many men are either on sofas conversing and playing cards, or at tables planning. At the largest table, Reidan and Carter are discussing the routes. When Reidan sees Newman, however, he rushes to him and cups his shoulders, giving him a soft look I cannot comprehend.
Most of the men start to quiet down.
"Master War," they say in disharmony. Some stand and bow in shock.
Liara's hand starts to shake more and her silence suddenly grasps my attention.
"This is my wife, and you will respect her," I announce.
"Our queen! I knew it!" a scarred, retired thief laughs happily, "We finally have one!"
Prometheus folds his arms behind his back and motions his eye toward Liara, smiling, "Strong choice."
