Prologue
It wasn't like he truly wanted to be banging on the door to her apartment. She wasn't a friend of the club; the friend of a friend of a Croweater, more like. She'd shown up at a party once, bright-eyed and barely-legal. Of course, they'd done a brief background check on her. Just in case.
He'd never thought this would be the 'just in case.'
She opened the door, soft light spilling into the hall from behind her. Her dark curls were tied up and away from her face, eyes tired but not riddled with sleep. She'd been awake, then.
Her brow furrowed in confusion when she saw him, and then eyes widened in shock when she saw the blood.
"Bloody hell."
Her accent had been one of the things to captivate her in the eyes of more than one member, but now it did no more than irritate him.
"Let me in."
She stepped aside, finally seeming to comprehend the situation. The door shut, lock clicked, and she led him to her bathroom wordlessly. He began stripping as she dug out what looked like an old first aid kit.
She set it on the counter, turning to study him for a moment. "Do you need help with anything?"
He grunted. "Got any Iodine?"
She retrieved it, presenting the bottle for a moment before placing it beside the kit. "Should I call anyone?"
"No."
She was quiet for another moment. "Will you clean up the blood from my tub?"
He gave her a look that was almost scathing but not quite. "Yes."
She studied him for a moment longer before turning to walk out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
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Two days later, Happy Lowman scowled at the TV as it reported the arrest of Sani Brightwood for aiding and abetting in the murder of someone under witness protection.
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