Chapter 35: Reaping the Harvest

“I know you’re in there!” Anger. A male voice. Guttural, as if whoever the voice belonged to smoked too many cigarettes. A fist violently pounded on the front door. “Open the damn door, Buttercup, or I’m going to be really pissed off. You don’t want to see me pissed off, do you? You know what happens then.”

Rhychard forced his eyes open and stared at the clock. Seven A.M. And the person at the door already sounded pissed. :Kree?: No answer. Great. Tryna was still off scavenging for information, so without Kree there, Rhychard was basically alone. Kree hadn’t returned after their foray into breaking and entering, and Rhychard had no idea where the giant mutt was. Rhychard sighed. He would have to get up to deal with whoever dared disturb his peace and quiet, and now he was pissed.