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Claire gave her a small reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Miss," she said pleasantly. "You just go about your day. There's no need to change...
She was pacing, her hair coming loose from her braid as she pulled at strands in frustration. "I'm irritated, Abel," she replied sharply. She...
He gave her a smile before glancing up at Claire. "Keep her safe." Claire only nodded, her hands tucked behind her back, and he looked back at...
She stood and went over to the bedroom, taking her pillow and pressing her face into it and screaming out of frustration, her voice muffled by the...
He kissed her hair and squeezed her hand. "See you soon. You coming back for dinner?"
She paled a little, and pressed her lips together. "Yeah, she just... attacked us out of nowhere," the main leader said, wiping some of the blood...
He squeezed her hand gently. “Claire won’t be your only one. When is the next one coming on shift?” “I believe Jennings is taking the midnight...
She rested her head in her hands, balancing the ice packs on the sides of her feet before turning on the news.
Claire seemed to notice her trepidation and gave Fleur a small smile. “Don’t worry, Ms. Fleur. I won’t be in the way.”
She squinted at him, clearly not in the mood to talk to him. “Some guy tried to mess with me over on the roofs by Linden Ave to impress his...
“Good to meet you too, Ms. Fleur,” she said quietly. “Claire will follow your every command and protect you at every turn, even if you don’t see...
“A fight,” she replied with a small nod, her mouth set in a stubborn line as she pulled down the edge of her sock, revealing bruises that were...
Claire kept her head bowed and Ferris looked over at Fleur. His voice softened considerably. “Fleur, meet Claire Academy. She will be your...
“I’m fine,” she replied sharply, going over to the couch and sitting down, pulling off her shoes. “Just... got in a bit of a fight.”
He glanced up before dropping his arm, taking her hand instead. They were heading towards a girl who stood on the street corner, her hands...
She glanced up, but her face was still closed off to him and she went over to the fridge to get an ice pack for her feet, limping a little. “Yeah.”
Ferris and Fleur were heading down the street. Ferris’ arm was around her shoulder and he was laughing at a joke she had made.
She got back to the house, opening the door, her gaze still downcast and irritated.
(Zoop?)
She raised one eyebrow before reaching down and taking one of the cigarettes from the ground, its embers still burning weakly. She glanced down at...
