THE REQUEST

“No real damage done, thank the goddess. But how are you feeling, girl?” Alexia asked after completing her check-up of Diwa.

“Unprotected. Unsafe. And so stupid. Of course, that shitface would still be alive… just waiting for me to come back here…” whined Di as she sat up in bed, her blanket still covering her up to her waist.

“At least you’re safe for now, sister,” Ma’Heron assured her.

“Damn it, this is why I didn’t want to return to the packhouse before… it’s because of him! And here I was thinking I just need to get over my memories, but the bastard is still around! I’m such an idiot, choosing to walk back to the packhouse from the club, completely forgetting about him!”

“It’s not your fault, Di,” Alexia said, reassuringly.

“No, it’s the fault of that asshole, useless mate of yours,” snapped the clean-shaven man who was still sitting on his sister’s bed.