blood is thicker

Rae || 27 || Werewolf

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Fish in a Barrel | Rae, Nika & Rebecca

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rebecca--chambers:

nikafields:

Nika’s brown eyes watched the two women carefully, taking in every detail of body language and change of tone in their voice. They appeared like good friends but the subject at hand made it seem them tear away from each other. 

Those brown eyes rolled in their signature dramatic way,”Police don’t give a shit about anything in this town. If they did, we wouldn’t be here.” Nika said bluntly. But it was true. She had never seen a more lazy, pathetic excuse for a police squad since she came to Spiritvale. Once, a man had broken into the Boathouse when nobody was around – not even in the Inn – and stolen not only their most expensive bottles of alcohol, but all the cash in the register. The police had said he was probably just a drunken low life who would show his face sooner or later. Surprise to them, he never did and was so far gone that the police couldn’t do anything even if they wanted to. 

Sadly Nika hadn’t gotten Rae’s what-seemed-to-be reference. Radish? Nika furrowed her brows at the word, confused. Who would name a horse Radish? Sure, the horse could’ve really liked radishes, but why embarrass him like that?  All the horses she came across, they always were decorated with great names that would put mighty men to shame – and they wore it with honor. Radish, though? Horrible. 

“Well her parents have to know something. Who did she hang out with last? Who did she hang out with a lot? Tinis..” Nika cleared her throat, realizing her mistake of the name,”I mean Tanis. If she’s as innocent as a child, she would’ve peeped at least something to someone. You don’t just kidnap someone and mess with their most personal items without having a conversation or two with them.” Nika was probably talking out of her ass but at this point, she didn’t care. 

@rebecca–chambers​

Over the years Rebecca bare witness to some downright despicable behavior, from both humans and supernatural beings. She did her best to keep out of other’s issues but this one hurt. If it came to combat, Rebecca knew she could hold her own with a knife or gun, having to use both of these at various points in the past decade. 

“The horse’s name is Rapidash,” Rebecca said quietly, “She prefers to keep her close to home instead of the stables with the other horses,” It took a moment to refresh her memory from that walk along the lake but it slowly trickled back. “She loves that horse,” As soon as she said this Rebecca snapped back to the present and looked at the other two women. “They took her truck, too? Then there are more than one person behind this. Could be two or a small group,” There was no way to know for certain but for a horse, car, and person to be taken? That couldn’t be done by just one person.

“Since the police are sitting on their ass and mostly pushing paper, can we reach out to anyone here? Anyone with the ability to see into the past or now? There’s so much I’m still learning when it comes to this supernatural world but is it possible for anyone to posses the sight? Maybe one of the witches?” 

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Rae nodded in agreement, "The cops here are vacation cops at the end of the day. They take care of tourists, dealing with muggings and petty theft. But murders, murder suicides, people going missing… This is way out of their league." And she'd prefer to just steer clear of cops as much as she could. She could see it loud and clear just by reading the newspaper like everyone else, the police were stretched far, far too thin. It's why she felt the need to act in this instance.

She shrugged, "Her parents just said that she took her truck and said she was going for a ride. That was it, that's the last they saw her. She's… Shy. She doesn't really have many friends, and her parent's didn't mention anything else. Hell, they were surprised I'd called to ask about her." Rae combed her fingers back through her hair, a tick linked to when she was growing flustered.

Rebecca's initial comment almost went unnoticed until she carried on, "Could be. I mean, you'd think she'd be able to outrun someone if she's on a horse and she knew the route, right?" At her next suggestion, Rae pocketed her notes and hopped off of her chair to look between the two women.

"We can waste time chasing witches for help if we want, but I prefer to get my hands dirty. I wanna go out there and see what I can find, start from the stable she kept the horse at, see what trail we might be able to lead room there. There's got to be some indication there of where she went."

@nikafields​

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Fish in a Barrel | Rae, Nika & Rebecca

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rebecca--chambers:

nikafields:

“Tanis Douglas..” Nika whispered to herself, replaying the name in her head to see if the name could match with a face but ended up coming to a dead end.  Rae was right though. Even though Nika didn’t know the girl or her ways, the fact someone could take advantage of a person Rae was describing, hit very close to home with Nika. 

She leaned up against the bar, crossing her arms over her chest and shrugging,”If something is bothering you this bad, I assume it’s as important and dire as you’re making it.” Nika knew Rae. She knew how devoted she could get and she could whole heartily empathize. 

Nika had never had children through her numerous years but there were always those young children or teenagers that pulled her heartstrings. It pained her to watch them grow old as she remained the same year after year – acquiring a wrinkle every 100 years or so. 

“Soo…. Kill if need be?” She asked, feeling like such an old, out dated mother who was trying to fit in. Nika could tell this was more Rae and Rebecca’s field. Though she had done her fair share of killing, never had she done it in such a.. innocent manner.  

@rebecca–chambers​

When Rae went into describing Tanis, a motherly instinct overpowered her. Tanis was one of the first people to approach her when she came to this town and they remained in contact off and on, so she felt she grown to know her during their limited time together because the girl was so welcoming and warm, and full of positivity. 

To know there was a chance someone was harming her, at this very moment, caused her to feel such anger; however she kept calm as this was not the place to unleash it. 

“The trail is a good idea. She may have been on a ride if something went afoul.” Rebecca spoke thinking to herself but allowing her thoughts to be known. “Has anyone checked the horses at the stable? Are they accounted for?” Rebecca looked to Rae, as she felt the woman would have taken this step. If not they could have a place to start. 

Rebecca crossed her arms and tried to think back to the last time she saw her, that it couldn’t have been too long ago but she’d been so consumed with adjusting to her life here and thinking of ways to reclaim her past life that she fell into her usual selfish state. It had to be at least a month and a half or two months ago. Shit. “Do the police have any information at all? Even a morsel is better than nothing.”

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“I just have… A really bad feeling about it all. And I’m not gonna lie to you, I’ve encountered a similar thing before. People going missing in such a string like it has recently, it’s a hunch, but I need to see what we can find on Tanis before I know for sure if it’s the same thing.” It was all far too close to home for her.

For someone as stone-faced as Rae, even she couldn’t stop herself from smirking at Nika’s remark, “Maybe. Depends on how big  a scum bag we’re dealing with is and if they’re even there when we find her,” She was clearly optimistic, the fact she was using when rather than if, “And if the fucker’s even so much as laid a finger on her, I want to return the favour.” Rae had even sourced a gun for the very purpose, serial number filed off, black market. Turns out Ryder was useful for more than just being her punching bag.

She rubbed her hands together, “I’ve already made some calls. Police don’t know much, so I called her parents instead. Apparently there is a horse missing from the stables, the one with that goofy name--” Rae had never played pokemon in her life, she snapped her fingers as she tried to recall, “--Radish? Something like that?” She shrugged in defeat, “either way, in the eyes of the police that fits more of the profile of ‘she went her own way’, packed up, took her horse and off she goes. Her truck’s missing too.” Rae explained to them both.

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Fish in a Barrel | Rae, Nika & Rebecca

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rebecca--chambers:

nikafields:

Getting tangled into the web of missing people or the town’s drama wasn’t Nika’s forte. Besides, she was just a mermaid. Sure over her years she learned several defense tactics, but she was no assassin. Unless she was carried in a tub of water, Nika was practically defenseless. 

But Rae was a friend. She was forever in Xander and Rae’s debt for their kindness and welcoming arms that allowed her to hideout in The Boathouse without knowing too much about her. 

Rae was one of the few women Nika allowed herself to get close to, that wasn’t human. And despite the baggage and drama she always seemed to drag into the bar, Nika felt sisterly love towards the woman. If anything happened to her or any of her other coworkers, she would be absolutely devastated. 

Nika wasn’t too familiar with the plan besides it was a rescue mission, practically. She sat in one of the wooden chairs, clicking together an old pistol Daniel had given and taught her to shoot. On the barrel was etched the simple initials of both the lovers. He was apart of the few who understood why her initials were never truly N.F, but instead M.F. 

Bullets were poured into a tiny leather pouch that would sit smugly against Nika’s sharp hips that were also accompanied by a flashlight and a tiny pocket knife with two large metal rods that sat inside the handle. Another perk of being 705 years old was growing the talent of pick-locking – a trade Nika always found humor and fun in doing. 

“So.. Someone wanna tell me exactly what is going to happen and who I’m putting my ass on the line for?” She piped up, getting up from her chair and disappearing behind the bar to write a note for any coworkers or Xander who would be looking for her or Rae. 

Rebecca was no stranger to MISSING posters. Over the years she went from one city to the next, wandered the dirty streets and came across rows and rows of these; some fresh while others long forgotten. She even wondered if, during a brief time, if her own picture graced a few hundred of these after her transformation; when she disappeared from her family’s lives. 

As she raised the last chair, setting it on the clean table, Rebecca overheard Nika, which wasn’t difficult due to the quiet in the bar now everyone was gone. There wasn’t any distracting sounds from drinks and talk and the music. Rebecca knew something was going on, given the tension in the air since Tanis’ poster went up. Rebecca grown fond of the girl and when she saw her on the white paper, her heart sunk. Something didn’t feel right and she was glad Rae felt the same. All Rebecca could imagine was the girl with her horse and how excited she was to talk about Rapidash. 

Rebecca went to the back of the bar and stepped to the side of the table, glancing at Rae’s handwriting before she looked to Nika who came across as ready for action. “What are you thinking, Rae?” she started after a moment’s pause of her taking in what could be happening. “Do you think something’s happening in this town that the others aren’t picking up?”

It was bittersweet irony for Rae to even get involved in any drama. She had come to Spiritvale trying to avoid all of that, to wash her hands clean of past sins and move on anew. But of course, drama just had to follow her didn’t it? It stressed her out, even more so now a friend had gotten tied up in it. She couldn’t hide her worry, and Rae could easily be considered as a somewhat emotionally unresponsive woman, to see her this concerned was out of place. Rae set the pen down at Nika’s question, “Her name’s Tanis Douglas,” She turned on the stool to address both women, her jaw only tightening slightly at Rebecca’s comment, “Not exactly,” She answered, “But we already know police are stretched thin and running on fumes. And Tanis is a friend so.. I feel obligated to at least try and find her.” Rae explained, lacing her fingers together in her lap as she took a breath. She looked to Nika, to fill her in, “She’s just a kid. Some would look at her age and her situation and say that she just decided to spread her wings and leave to go find her own life, but I know her, she’s not like that at all. Hell even saying hello to people can be a chore for her. She’s shy and you can tell she can be easily manipulated, she’s the very definition of innocent. To think that someone might have taken advantage of that doesn’t sit well with me. Not at all.” It made her blood boil, in fact. Rae looked back between them both, “I wanna try following one of her riding trails, go back to where it’s believed she was abducted. See if we can find anything there that they missed-- I’d go alone, but I’ve learned it the hard way in the last year that it’s vital to have people at your side. To work as a team, and I’ve come to trust you two the most. I know I’m asking for a lot, and I wouldn’t blame you for saying no for just some girl, but, she isn’t just some girl to me. I need to find her.”

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Headaches || Ryder and Rae

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blackrebelson:

Rae was the epitome of a deer in the headlights, something he was not at all used to seeing from the spunky young werewolf.  At least she seemed to relax somewhat when she leaned back against the cracked brickwork.  She looked tired as all hell, but she looked lighter somehow - not so worried at least.

He crossed his arms over his chest, nodding his understanding.  He knew they weren’t the same, not exactly, but he was glad that she at least was starting to get the fact that he was in her corner on this.  He didn’t come from a family of fanatics that was true, but he know a little bit about getting your mind fucked over when everything you thought you knew turned out to be a lie.

“Don’t mention it,” he answered with a shrug and a crooked smile.  An awkward silence settled on them until he cleared his throat, scratching at his beard to try and diffuse how weird the energy between them had come.  “So, how about we get back inside and you beat the shit out of me like usual, hm?”

As the silence fell over them, Rae pursed her lips and stared off down the alley. People wandered by on the street outside, and she found herself itching at her arm in effort to busy her hands. Unloading a burden like that wasn’t exactly easy, despite him being in her corner now, she felt the way the tension thickened too. Although perhaps not quite in the same way that he had. Her gaze lifted back toward him when he spoke again, and there was no hesitation when a smile cracked cold features to instantly warm her up as she huffed in amusement, “Sure.” She answered, moving to step towards the door and thus closer again to him. If he moved to follow, she’d pause to face him, hand just touching his chest to get him to stop as she looked up at him, “No one can find out about this Ryder. No one. I… I just started to feel like I actually belong here. I don’t wanna mess that up.” There was clear fear behind those blue eyes, and deep down she knew that Ryder’d never betray her, but it was that Jackson paranoia that kicked in that would take a long ass time to shake. She needed to be sure.

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Fish in a Barrel | Rae, Nika & Rebecca

Rae by nature was an observant woman. She may not necessarily be the most talkative at the best of times, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t paying attention. So, when she noticed that a certain fishtailed young woman hadn’t swum by the Boathouse lately. Initially, she wasn’t so concerned, but then another day passed, and another… And then came the missing person’s poster that was tacked up on the Inn’s noticeboard.  Her heart sank. Of all the girls, why her? Why her? Tanis had endeared herself to Rae in a way even she hadn’t expected. For a woman in her early twenties, she acted like she had barely broken her teens. Dare she admit it, Rae felt protective over her. If there was ever a textbook definition of ‘innocent’, Tanis fit it perfectly.

Rae already knew about Tinsley going missing as well, but she was a woman grown who made her own decisions, for all anyone knew she might have skipped town. Unlikely, a patron had said, she’s not that kind of girl. Suspicious, but shit happens, and Rae didn’t know her anyway. However, now there was another person missing. Abductions being so close worried her, because it rang true to her as being awfully familiar. It was a takeover tactic. A small cell of hunters making a quiet establishment within a place of concern, to test the waters on what they were dealing with before the next phase. The purge. It was a Jackson speciality, but two missing people wasn’t enough to prove that that was the case. It was troubling to Rae that the thought even occurred, but she supposed when your own history involved taking part in such a thing and being the one to snatch someone right off the street for such purposes, it was hard not to ignore. She had been distracted at work ever since, no doubt to her colleague’s dismay. And now, after hours as Rebecca and Nika wiped down and packed up for the night, Rae was staring at those two missing person’s posters. She tore it down and strode back to the bar where she laid it out, reached over the bar and grabbed a pen and waitressing pad and started to make notes. Anything she knew about Tanis was scrawled down, there had to be something she could do that might indicate where she went.

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Headaches || Ryder and Rae

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blackrebelson:

Ryder waited, keeping silent until he was sure that Rae had finished speaking.  The last thing he wanted to do now was interrupt her.  While he wasn’t hugely up on Spiritvale’s history or politics outside the Underground even he’d heard of the Jacksons.  Ruthless enforcers of whatever bullshit pact the big wigs of the town had made with them.  He didn’t know much, but he knew enough to know that anyone who wasn’t human had a good reason to be scared shitless of those hunters.

And Rae, the spunky werewolf who’d been handing his ass to him ever time they sparred, was one of them.  She’d gotten herself turned into the very thing she’d hunted once upon a time.  He couldn’t imagine what a mind-fuck it must have been.  Ryder didn’t pretend to understand all that devout bullshit about protecting mankind.  Still, violence and bloodshed…well that was one thing he could understand.

“Okay,” he said after a long, heavy silence.  He reached out then, to carefully take her hand, pulling it away from rubbing the burn mark on her other palm.  “Okay.  So you’ve got a fucked up family and you’ve done some pretty fucked up things.  And you’ve really gotten things fucked up by being here.  That’s the gist of it right?”

Without warning Ryder barked out a dry laugh and moved to wrap Rae into a bear hug, well aware he was liable to get his nose broken for it.  “Didn’t think I’d find someone who could beat me in terms of fucked of families, but you’ve got me there in spades.”

He let her go, rubbing the back of his neck with a rueful smile.  “Rae…you do know who I work for and what I am right?  I’ve done some pretty fucked up things myself over the years.  Killed people, hurt ‘em real bad.  My dad was a gang leader.  Drugs, sex and violence - that’s my niche.  I know it ain’t the same as you, but I can sort of understand it at least.  So, don’t worry your secret is safe with me, okay?”

He took her hand and it was met with a flinch just because it was unexpected, she didn’t anticipate him trying to stop her from rubbing at her hand. She should’ve seen it as a precursor to what came next, instead she just found herself staring at his hand that now cradled hers as he spoke. Rae swallowed hard, “Yeah. That’s the gist of it.” She was nervous, that was written all over her face and her body language. But she didn’t anticipate what happened next, didn’t at all expect the bark of a laugh and being pulled into him as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. An involuntary squeak left her as she was pressed against his chest, and under any other circumstances she’d have tried to force herself out of his grasp, a classic fight or flight response, but instead she went for the not so commonly talked about third response; she froze. She went completely rigid, being so close meant his scent bombarded her; which wasn’t unusual given they were sparring partners, but it was just the circumstances that threw her. Affection was not something she was readily afforded, it was foreign to her, and truth be told, a little confusing. He let go, and for a moment she remained that stiff form with the wide doe eyes of a deer in headlights as he stepped back. It wasn’t until she realised she hadn’t taken a breath in a few seconds that she actually registered what he said. Yes, she knew who he worked for and… Ah, yeah she supposed she kind of forgot who she was talking to here, didn’t she? Still, she pursed her lips, “Fucked up as that is, it’s… it’s not the same. That was business, doing it for money, to a point justifiable--” She tried to counter, “--what my family does, what I did, it’s not for money. It’s for a warped sense of justice.” But it was like he said himself, no, it’s not the same, but he did get it. Rae let out a sigh, leaning her weight against the wall as she closed her eyes, knowing her burden had been shared definitely made it lighter, “Thank you. Ryder.” She murmured when he reassured her, “And thank you for not freaking out.”

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Would you change anything about yourself? Both physically and personality wise.

“Physically? Nothing. I’ve come to terms with the wolf now, I still have one heck of a lot to learn but I’m okay with that. I do wish I was more out-going though, I’ve always been made to feel uh, repressed I guess? Self-expression wasn’t exactly encouraged when I was growing up.”

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Boys or girls?

“Uh, both. And that fact used to get me in a lot of trouble, not the fun kind either.”

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Weirdest craving Gemma had asked for, ready go!

“Sardines on Ritz crackers with blueberries and sauerkraut.”

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Ryder, huh? Any opinions on his mother?

“What about him? And Gemma’s awesome, I always make sure I go and say hi to her at the ring whenever I’m there. I haven’t really spoken to her much outside of that, though I have been the one to serve her some of her ridiculous craving foods at the Boathouse... Yikes.”

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Queen of abs, how may I serve thee?

“Haha... Oh God. I have no idea what to say to this. Uhm... Do my laundry...?”

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Worst thing about Spiritvale

“The town is small, and that means everyone gets up in your business. Everyone knows everyone or at least they’re a friend of a friend. The connection is nice to a point, but there’s no real privacy.”

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You and Ryder a couple yet? I'm still waiting.

“...There something going on that I don’t know about?”

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Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I'm lost at sea.

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Won’t Let Go || Ever & Rae

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zippos-n-carebears:

Ever didn’t look up when Rae spoke, she was resolutely removing every single bit of silver from her body. From the knife at her back that she’s already slid into her purse to the bangles on her wrist and the earrings that hung from her delicate ears. It was only when she slid the polished silver ring from her ring finger that she looked up at met the eyes of someone she had cared about for so long. Her throat constricted for a second, the pain logging there and making her eyes go glassy with sadness. 

The ring she’d thrown at Rae twisted through her fingers, the silver glinting in the light before she took it and slid it in her purse as well. “I came to talk to my friend.” It wasn’t a ring she took off for much of any reason. It had been given to her for protection and protect her it had. The ring meant more to her than any of her other possessions save for the silly carebear on her purse. She slid the purse to Rae, her hand lingering on the tiny charm before she spoke. “Would you hold that behind the bar for me?” She asked. She was surrendering everything, all her weapons to Rae. She hoped Rae would see it for what it was. A peace offering. 

She had considered leaving after their moment in the shed, considered ghosting from this place and never ever looking back, but she couldn’t do it. She could not walk away from Rae. Not like this. There was so much between them, so much left unspoken and up in the air. Ever was foolish to think any of that mattered to Rae, but it mattered to her and because of that, she could not get in her car and drive away. She could not leave her. 

Rae exhaled slowly at her answer. Friend. Was that really what she still was to her? That’s not how it felt given how their last encounter panned out, the burn was still right there in the palm of her hand, healing painfully slow just as expected of a silver burn of its nature. It was a constant reminder now that she needed to question who she trusted, the woman sitting there at the bar had a big question mark hanging over her head on whether she was trustworthy anymore.

But then she realised exactly what she was doing. Her brows furrowed as she watched Ever slide the very ring that had burned her into her purse - and that’s when it clicked into place, the rest of her jewelry was gone too. Her jaw tightened, but Rae was at least smart enough to recognise that this was an olive branch. Rae reached out, eyes locked on Ever’s as she took the purse from her. Her gaze broke away and down, her heart leaping into her throat when she saw that stupid carebear charm. She’d bought that for her years ago. She was shocked she still had it. Rae set the purse beneath the bar, but made no attempt to go and join her on her side of it. She remained right where she was, looking towards Xander, “I’ve got this.” She assured him, tone softer to indicate that she really did, and she’d appreciate some privacy for this conversation.

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Headaches || Ryder and Rae

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Ryder did not miss the mark on Rae’s hand, when she flexed it almost unconsciously.  It was a small circular burn - ordinarily he’d dismiss it as some sort of cooking disaster or something equally mundane but here, in such a serious context he couldn’t help but think it was more significant than that. 

He knew she was irritated at his pitiful, and somewhat inappropriate attempt at humor, but he wasn’t about to let her turn tail and leave him wondering, both at what she was hiding and her well-being.

“Yes Rae,” he said, meeting her gaze with his own unwavering one.  “I would keep it a secret because you are my fucking friend.”

He was a Black Rebel, loyalty had been beaten into him since he was a child - after all of the shit that the gang had put him through over the years he stayed with them, fighting the fight.  It had taken a fucking snitch and the death of his only brother to make him leave the smoldering remains of the Black Rebels behind. 

“I get that you’re not a Webster, and I’m guessin’ the truth is going to be fucked up and dangerous, but I’m not about to bail on you and you ain’t about to scare me off either.”

Her lips pressed together in a hard line, uncertain as she searched his eyes for any hidden answer that she could not seek through clearer means. She sucked in a breath, he was being sincere, he meant it when he said he wasn’t going to bail on her, “No one can know.” She told him again, “My name is a death sentence.” Her words carried fearful conviction, but she couldn’t hold it in any longer, not after seeing Ever. Her feet carried her a step closer, she was terrified of being over heard by the sensitive ears of those who lingered around the gym. Her hands fiddled with themselves, her thumb brushing against the burn in her palm, as if the bitter pain of the wound kept her rooted in this reality, her voice came out in a hushed whisper,“I come from a family that do… Horrible things, to innocent people. They kill without remorse and they hate with every fiber of their beings. They tear families apart, ripping mothers from children, sisters from brothers, they don’t care who they hurt as long as those they hunt are dead.” She explained, “And I was born into that, born to think in the same way, born to hate like they did. They never let me see any different.” Rae let out a shaky breath, needing to sweep a hand back through her hair, an excuse so she needn’t look him in the eye, “Ryder, I-I’m not a Webster. I’m a Jackson. I’m part of the family that’s trying to raze this entire place to the ground.” She swallowed hard, eyes darting around again just to ensure they were truly alone - and they were, “Me even existing in this town right now breaks the accords.”