(A/N: I gotta tell you, things are about to get extremelyyyyy interesting 😉😈)
"I hate you so much,"
He grinned.
"The feeling's mutual,"
Glaring him down, I turned my back, walking away.
"Where're you going?" Kingsley asked.
"Away from you!" I called back, heading downstairs.
"Hey," Cordelia greeted and I managed a nod in response.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, her face scrunched up in annoyance.
"Kingsley,"
She sighed.
"What'd he do this time?"
"Apparently my hat's- and I quote- 'too orange'. He threw it out the window," I hissed.
Cordelia gasped appropriately.
"Yeah. And I had to chase the damn thing two blocks,"
"Really? Two blocks? Its not that good of a hat," she spoke, narrowing her eyes as she looked between the hat and I.
I gave her a half-hearted glare.
"It was my grandma's," I told her defensively.
"Right and that's helping your cause how?"
"She's dead,"
"Who's dead?" Wesley asked, entering the room.
"My grandma,"
"Oh. Sorry for your loss," he replied and I laughed.
"She's been dead for nearly a decade. Don't sweat it,"
"Right. Well, uh, I've been looking into young Jacob's case and there isn't much to report other than what we already know. It was a tragedy, though, in this area. He was six years old when he was shot through the window of the store. Presumably because he was a demon. And the man who killed him, Mr. Mitchells, he was immediately taken to prison. No trial, nothing," Wesley informed us.
"A first for Wolfram and Hart," Cordelia spoke with a narrowed gaze. "And like, isn't that a violation of like...an amendment or something?! Freedom of speech much?"
"Unfortunately, killers aren't listened to very much. Especially not child murderers," I replied.
"He was a demon," she repeated slowly.
"So's Anya. So was Doyle," Angel added, entering the room.
Cordelia sighed.
"Fine. So maybe he was a good demon! So what? The guy who killed him must have had a reason. You cant be that trigger happy,"
I grimaced.
"I dunno...there are psychos out there, trust me,"
"You'd know all about that, right college girl?" Kingsley asked, joining us.
"I'm 23!" I exclaimed and he grinned.
"I'm 234,"
I didn't have a quick witted response to that so instead I rolled my eyes.
"You should trademark that eyeroll," he said.
"Cordelia's had dibs on that since high school," Angel replied and she swatted him on the arm.
"That's rich coming from you Mr. Brood," she spat.
"Perhaps we should focus?" Wesley spoke tentatively.
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