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    Run – Chapter 7

    “Massimo was my last link to Evony,” Vex took the jibe. Then, looking at Lauren. “The Morrigan’s out of the picture too, but you knew that already didn’t you, darling?”

    “Don’t call me that,” she glared.

    Vex could almost taste the bitterness as the words dripped from Lauren’s lips.

    “You still haven’t said what you want with us.” Lauren pointed at the space between herself and Kenzi.

    “Friendship? Forgiveness? A port in a storm?” Vex peered at her sideways.

    “I can’t think of one reason to say yes to any of that.” Lauren yanked on Vex’s collar to get him to his feet, tugging him towards the door.

    “Look at me!” he threw his hands up and waved them a bit. “Think of it. We can make the world our pearl! The Three Amigos?” He shrugged off Lauren’s hold on him as they neared the door.

    “No, amigo.” Kenzi pushed the door open even wider, and shoved him under the doorway. Vex gripped the doorjamb and dug in.

    “C’mon,” he grinned, “we were a great team, once. A few laughs we had, yeah?”

    “You forget one thing…” Lauren stepped next to Kenzi.

    Kenzi nodded at her friend. “We don’t trust you. And we never will. Ever.”

    Vex hopped back into the flat with ease just missing a grab by Kenzi. “You gravely misunderstand me.” He reentered the living space, encircling the room again. This time he took a few seconds to survey the flat and its potential as a den, a resting place, his new Jerusalem and a chance to set his conscience right—a conscience, he chided himself, when did that happen? He took notice of the utter absence of any personal effects that might translate into home décor: no artwork, personal photographs—the furniture sat discolored and mismatched, lonely. This was a place that could be abandoned with ease. His eyes searched for something personal and he needed to find it before he was ejected, which, based on the angry whispering happening behind him, was seconds away from happening. Then, he saw it. He pretended to check for dust with the point of his index finger then, quickly, Vex swiped a carelessly tossed scarf sitting on a side table and stuffed it into his sleeve. He spied a set of keys and at the last minute decided not to take them. Just in time. The whispering stopped and he heard the low growl of an angry Kenzi at his neck.

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