5 Shots to Kill A Rogue
Someone else weren't able ta get ahold of Kharris eit'er. Castien's answer fizzled across t'e radio channel. "She's not available. Family emergency. I may be able to be of assistance?" I lifted me 'ead from t'e bolts I'd been screwin' tighter on me bike and blinked incredulously at t'e wee box on me garage floor.
"Yeh waited a bloody WEEK ta tell me Kharris is missing?!" I raged at t'e Baron. Maras exploded words at me back as I turned, "You seemed too busy fucking my wife!"
"I am your monster, Iloam. Not your friend. Friends are for nice little fools who laugh in the sunshine. Do let us not play that game any more, hmm?" His words rasped wit' deep hatred.
Her honeyed confession buzzed t'rough t'e speaker of me communicator, "Right after I pulled the demon out of you... I went to Ythgar to help pull the demons out of me. We've been in various stages of friends since."
Three years. I swallowed. "Yeh 'ave been wit 'im longer t'an we ever were..."
"Do yeh love each ot'er?" I already knew. I already knew everyt'in. I needed 'er ta just bloody say it.
"I've loved him for a while. You know me.. offer violence and I am on board. Does he love me? Perhaps, but that is for him to say not me."