"Who's Nirvana?" An unkempt factionless man breaks my stare from Daisy's curled up position. He's staring at the tattoo near my ear. My new short black hair doesn't hide the tattoo anymore apparently. "None of your business." I growl out, an anger blush creeping up my neck. I grab the collar of my bright red button up shirt and push down my temper. "Is she dead?" He asks, ignoring my hostility towards him. "I don't know." I mumble. "Where is she?" "I don't know," I breathe out. I watch my little sister stir in her sleep and quiet my voice."But I'm going to find her." Sequel to Troublemaker