Headlights Shine Through The Sleepless Night || Henrose
Rose hadn’t stopped shaking since she read the article.
She had heard mutterings of Tanya Qin’s name in New York, though she’d never paid any mind to it until now. “How the Huntsclan has Infiltrated American Culture and Politics” Not a very catchy title, but the information was terrifyingly accurate. There were names. Names Rose knew, and names the world shouldn’t. At least not with the connections the article made. The huntress was trying to keep her cool. She knew her father would be in contact with her any minute now. He’d call to brief her, he’d call for damage control.
Rose didn’t want to talk to him. The thought of being the obedient soldier right now made her nauseous. She shouldn’t feel this way. The swelling in her chest, the feeling of her heart racing in her jugular... was all unfamiliar. Rose didn’t get anxious. She was fearless. She’d faced werewolves, vampires, zombies... hell, she’d been in Elfhame and barely been fazed.
The one thing people who operate in the shadows fear is the light.
Rose felt exposed. She felt... afraid. So she called the one person she could talk to in times like these. Running her hand through her wild curls, Rose peered out the window as the car pulled up in the middle of the night. She turned her attention to the sound up the stairs, the familiar hushed gamer callouts signaled her absence wouldn’t be noted.
Rose slipped out the door and jogged to the car idling in the street. As soon as she flung herself into the passenger seat and shut the door behind her, she looked to Henry bewildered. “Henry, I think I’m seriously fucked.”
