just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good. from gwen
❝ That's what everyone says. ❞
There she sits. Comfortable as can be. One arm behind the couch, the other flicking through a very boring edition of the Bugle she'd pulled on her way in.
Half a dozen subway cars dumped in the Atlantic? Slow news day.
A glittery, silver nail hovers just at the edge of the page she was reading. Deep, green eyes lift up to catch Gwen's pair of hurting blues.
❝ Then the next thing I know? I'm being listed as an emergency contact and getting invited out to peasant's brunch. ❞
It was her fault, really. If she wasn't so charming, she'd attract less 'good people' looking at her just like how Gwen was looking at her... Just a deep sigh. Okay.
❝ What's the plan? I've got limited experience with jackals, but I'm a fast learner. ❞
YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO













