Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Thirty-Two: Boze

"He's back," Rebel announced from the doorway of Boze's room.

"Who?" Boze asked, curling her fingers around her door.

"Lasercorn," Rebel replied. "He's returned."

That was all she needed to say to get Boze to throw her jacket on and rush out the door. Rebel could barely keep up with her as she sped into the food court.

Lasercorn was waiting for her, surrounded by all her girls, who were whispering among themselves excitedly. Boze walked up to him.

"Lasercorn," she stated, silencing her girls.

"Vixen," he replied.

"How'd it go?" she asked.

"The problem is dealt with," he replied.

"And Sohinki?" she raised an eyebrow.

Lasercorn gritted his teeth. "Dead."

She would've asked for more details, but his expression made her stop. He looked angry and hurt at the same time. The last thing he probably wanted to do was talk about what happened.

"Your son's in the nursery," Boze explained. Lasercorn closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath before shoving his way past her and towards the elevator. As soon as he was out of sight, her girls started whispering again, louder than before.

She'd talk to Lasercorn about it later. He'd killed Sohinki; that much was obvious. All she needed to know was how, and if it would circle back to her. The last thing she needed right now was to put her relationship with Poison and Antidote on the rocks. Not with what they were offering to do for her.

But she could do that later. Right now, she needed to do what she'd been putting off all day.

For the first time in her life, Boze was nervous about talking to someone. The lack of control she had over her situation with Mari was far from pleasant. Boze liked entering conversations with all the power, knowing exactly what to expect. Mari, however? She didn't even completely know who she was, let alone how to manipulate her.

Atomic was dead. She was sure of that. But after everything Mari had gone through, Boze had no idea how much of her former colleague was left.

There was only one way to figure out, however. And she had to do it, no matter how daunting the task seemed.

Boze walked over to the jail. Through the glass and bars, she could see Mari sitting on the ground, her hands folded on her lap with her eyes closed. It looked like she was meditating, but Boze didn't peg her as a spiritual person. Most likely, she was thinking, receding into her own mind to cure her boredom.

Her eyes shot open as soon as Boze opened the door. The two women stared at each other for a few seconds, before Boze walked over to the bars. She didn't want to get too close; for all she knew, Mari would attack her. It wouldn't be entirely off-brand for the woman she'd known.

"Took you long enough," Mari said as she climbed to her feet. She stretched and yawned. "Thought you forgot about me for a few hours there."

"I'd never forget about you, Mari," Boze replied before she really had enough time to think about her words.

"How sweet," Mari crossed her arms. "So. Why are you here?"

"Would it be too unbelievable if I said that I just wanted to talk?" Boze asked, smiling.

"For you? Yes," Mari walked over to the bars and wrapped her hands around the bars. Boze noticed that she'd tore all her nails to their shortest possible length without making herself bleed. "You'd never do anything if it didn't benefit you."