Itโs when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people Iโd assassinated, that I unravel inside.
Cheyenne McCrayJesus Christ.โ The fury on Nickโs face was enough to send me reeling and he hit the table hard enough with his hand that it made the plates and the silverware on the table bounce and clatter. โYou give me the names and approximate location of those men who gave you that ultimatum and Iโll kill every goddamned one of them.โ I sighed before I said quietly. โI already did.
Cheyenne McCrayHellooo.โ I held out my arm. โAn amethyst woman with blue hair is telling you this.โ She reached out and scraped her short nails over my arm. I snatched my arm back. โOw.โ Not body makeup.โ She frowned and peered at the roots of my hair. โA good die-job or youโve really got blue hair.โ For now,โ I said. โIโm half Drow.โ She raised an eyebrow. Dark Elves.โ Uh-huhhhh.โ During the day I look normal, like you.โ With an amused look she held up her arm, showing her dark, golden skin. โYouโre Kenyan and Puerto Rican?
Cheyenne McCray