Chapter 20
Meanwhile, I followed Gary off the
My stomach gave a spriet growl–twkr||
(not eaten dioner?“))
Grey stopped walking, looking at me will concern!
I rubbed my belly and admitted homesdfy.
haven’t eaten anything all stay ||.
Grey’s brows
es pinched vent
with worry ||
They what do you want to eat? Let’s eat first.
She glawed ahead–Gloria’s apartment block was pist down the street[]
But Grey knew hill well: Glona wouldn’t care if she starved to death, let alone me.||
The
woman wonilda’t even notter if we both fainted on her doorstep ||
Iraught Grey unconsciously i
unconsciously tightening her grip around her bank cant]
Scanning the corner of the street. I spotted a rundoven fast–fond slack beside an old warehouse]
Its tin walls shimmered under the flickering neon sign that read: “Loma’s Diner. ||
“Let’s eat over there. []
1 pointed
Grey nodded without hesitation ||
“Okay
1 was starving
I ordered three stoked venison
mison sandwiches and a large monberry juice, scarfing ( all down like a ravenous beast[]
Across from me. Grey barely touched her wild herb soup–just stirred it a few times.[
“vül hurt?” I asked
She instinctively reached up and touched her cheek.]
Then shook her head
“No, your salve forlped a lot.“||
My eyes drifted to the bandages on her an
and you fight back?-“]
What? Grey Blinked, caught off guard
jat venomous old weif poured boiling water on you]]
tell me you just stood there ||
accidentally knocked the kettle over
Grey’s voice softened, her gaze falling to the talde
Still making excuses for Gloria.]
amate, Grey and his mother had never gotten along
that she always chose to endure
After all, Gloria was the alder
I stared at her silently]
From the weak spiritual currents modling around her.
1 could see it today, her luck was cursed-
and blood chains were soon to follow
“Grey no matter what happens, you can tell me.
ITIL
Grey thought I was just trying to sound tough.
She gently patted my hand.
“As long as you’re taking care of yourself. I’m happy
Tomorrow, I’ll go talk to an old dassmate-
see if they can set you up with a part–time job
Something easy. Maybe three or four thousand moon silver a month
Inough to keep you afloat.
Three or four thousand? |
I raised an eyebrow.[]
“Is it that hard to make money now?”
Back at the Northern Ridge Moon Tribe]]
A single moon fate reading from me went for five thousand silver, minimum.||
Grey just assumed I’d been isolated for too long and had lost touch with reality.
“Of course! These days it’s nearly impossible to earn a living-
I smiled faintly,
No ru
rush.
The money’s about t
To come to us:
to us.”
What?” Grey Blinked in confusion. |
And right then-
Screed-||
armored vehicle skidded to a halt by the sidewalk.
Tour burly wolves in tactical boots stepped out, each exuding chilling hostility as they stalked toward is
Grey caught sight of the insignia on their jackets–her fare turned white instantly]
the stood up so fast her chair scraped loudly, and without hesitation, moved in front of me
What do you wi
want this time?1 |
Her voice trembled ||
“We’ve given you everything already!]
This has nothing to do with my sister–leave her out of
The lead wolf–seat across his jaw–pulled out a silver contract sheet,||
Dante’s signature and claw prist stamped dearly in blood red ink
“Miss Grey,” the mais drawled ||
Your dear husband hit up the gambling dens on Moorhlind Street]
Three rounds.
Tive million moon silver–plus interest |
i
o us as collateral“]
He handed over your family estate to us as
“And now he’s missing
So obviously the debt’s yours in repay, ?
Grey stared at the blood inked numbers on the page, her knees nearly giving out ||
That was that’s diprint
She knew it like the back of her hand
He’d really=]]
Bally–used their bonded nesting house, the last gift from her parents.
As a wager
And lo
the had only found out earlier that morning that he’d been sneaking off to the underground arenas
she never imagined be would stake
Her voice came out cracked barely a whisper
o, this can’t be real
was left by my parents]
pulf tucked the contract away lazily. In his gaze turned cold and sharp!
underlangs moved forward eyes giraning with cruel delight||
Gory Flaurbund, trodding from head to for|
