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Ren

I stepped into the Leone faht fist when I first saw her leaning up against the banister like she owned the place

She looked at me with this lazy expression, like she couldn’t care less about anything around her She had long, dark hair, hanging down around her shoulders, and wide blue eyes that seeht; her clothes were clean, co dressed; and her araze slide down along her hips, lingered on her shoes—sneakers, I didn’t knohy I noticed that, but it felt strange to see sneakers in the middle of that house, with all that rabbed—then back up to her eyes, holding her return gaze She arched one eyebrow, and I wanted to say so, but was interrupted by Floyd, that moron

“You’re getting blood on the tile, man”

I looked at hi blood fro I had a cut down uy pulled a knife I hadn’t even noticed, but it dripped down the sleeve ofdrops

I put“Soain

She had a little smile on her face

“Co all over the floor” Floyd looked like he was about to flip

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know, man Take the jacket off”

“That won’t help”

“Press it against the wound”

I sighed, stripped off the jacket, wadded it up, and used it as a bandage My arht black t-shirt She let her eyes roam down my chest, and I felt seen—and liked it