BADLY GOOD INFLUENCE

Three days passed, and still not a word from Ares.

Angel had slowly begun to accept she had gotten played once more.

He manipulated her into choosing him, only to ignore her.

It didn't help that Kolasi was unusually quiet. Ironic, because it wasn't usually loud either.

There was just a balance that made it a very serene place.

That balance was missing. The evening guns that usually scared the shit out of her had not been fired in those three days.

Kolasi was in mourning. That was the conclusion she drew.

Nadia dropped a plate on the machine she was sewing, and turned around without saying a word to her.

Things had not been very good with Nadia, either.

After her ominous warnings, she had withdrawn into her shell again.

Angel knew she was close to totally losing it, and so invested all of her time on the machine.

In three days, she had sewn half a runway worth of dresses.