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“The little girl. That’s what Moola named her. I know she’s Rya’s family somehow.” He stared at me, reading me.
I felt blood drain from my face. Monotone-like, I said, “I didn’t know Diesel was sharing that info.”
Art studied the hands he was wringing nervously. “He didn’t. Just said she was very important to protect.”
Now I was confused. “Then… How…?”
“My girlfriend told me.”
My shoulders hit the wall behind me, and the back of my head banged into the railing. “Is she trafficked, too?”
A muscle in his jaw jumped. “No.” He wouldn’t look at me.
I stood, instantly becoming protective over Rya and her sibling. “I’m not fucking around. If you—”
“My girl is special—” he tried.
“So the fuck is mine,” I warned. “You have no idea—”
He stood, apologies all over his worried face. “She has dreams.”
I was in front of Rya’s door without even knowing I had moved from the stairs. How does he know? Aggressively facing Art, I pointed. “Family or not—”
“No,” Art rushed to explain, “my girl has dreams.”
“Oh.” My tense body began to relax. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
He blinked. “Er. Because it sounds crazy?”
Pfft! I rolled my eyes. “Dreams are a walk in a park compared to what I’ve seen.” I sat on the step again.
He plopped down next to me, stupefied. His dark hair floating in the air before its rough landing. “W-What?”
I waved him off. “Secrets I have to keep. Tell me about your girl.”
His chin recessed, possibly because of how nonchalant I was being. “Uh, well. She, uh—”
I pretended to fall asleep and snore.
Art punched me in the arm, laughing. “Dick.” Then he exhaled a surrender. “Whelp. My Larissa is a witch.”
My eyes sprung from their sockets.
“Yeah, but she doesn’t like … ride a broom or anything. And she’s hot. No hairy moles.” He shivered.
To not wake Rya, I did my best to muffle a laugh. “No moles.” Bahahaha.
Art’s upper lip snarled. “I do have standards, asshole.”
Baaaaahahaha!
“Prick.”
Catching my breath, I finally said, “So, what does your mole-less girlfriend dream about?”
All humor dissipated in an instant. “A golden eagle, inside Rya.”
Well fuck.
