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The shifter couldnât help but snort. How the fae could be so careless and say something so out in the open was either very brave, or very stupid. Had a werewolf or a siren had heard the maleâs words, heâd be considered a traitor for even having friends on the other side, and the shifter wasnât looking to have another near-death experience any time soon. Still, he decided not to comment on the otherâs bold statement, figuring that if the guy wanted to wind up dead, he could do that on his own.
âNo, donât thank me.â In his eyes, there was nothing to thank him for - being a police officer was just an arbitrary title as he held no actual power. Even if he did wind up catching a criminal in the act, they had ties to powerful people that were quick to get them out and put them back on the streets. âBut I couldnât tell you. My schedule is pretty shifty. Besides, canât really bring me a meal at the station if Iâm off, can you?â After all, if it was his day off, he wouldnât be at the station.
Chaska didnât see the point of considering everyone on either side his friend or enemy. He liked to think about it like a war. In war, soldierâs donât hold personal grudges against one another. Hospitals care for both allies and enemies. And people always say itâs a warzone here...So he was just going by that logic. His mother and father had always been kind to people on both side and befriend them, Chaska didnât plan on not doing that himself. Of course, heâs not gonna do anything to put the Syndicate his danger, but heâs not going to be rude or incosiderate to people just because theyâre from different parts of town.
âHence why I asked if there was certain days you were off, to avoid such an occurrence,â Chaska said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. âItâs all good. Iâll just stop by sometime. If youâre not there, Iâm sure someone there will eat it.â Chaska said with a chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders.














