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──── ' five hargreeves and his rabid dog '──── [CH. XIX] ✦ ˚
" good to see you've got your little dog on a leash. "
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"HEY. ZERO."
Five's voice cuts through Ophira's consciousness like a knife. They stir. The mere concept of sleep is tempting, so very tempting. Alas, the girl forces themselves to face the light. Eyes squinted, lips parted as they attempt to adjust to this illumination. Illumination of virescent hues that stare unwaveringly into their own.
"We have to go."
"Shit."
Ophira runs a hand down the side of their tired, tired face as Five turns toward the car door to step out alongside Luther. They unbuckle their seat belt with lazy hands, moving to exit the vehicle as well.
The gravel roadways are harsh under Ophira's sole as they walk alongside Five. Luther has the briefcase tucked in the fist of one hand, dwindling a few feet ahead of the adolescents.
Without thinking, the girl raises a single hand to their throat.
"Are we still going along with the plan?" Their voice still crackles.
