“Wow.” Vin mumbled under his breath, watching the maniac Detective go off on Nate as though he were reprimanding a small child. Apparently Nate and Michaels had more of a past than he thought, and what the Detective said earlier about him started to make more sense. But it didn’t matter, since Nate was needed regardless, and the Detective was out the door before anymore  could be said. Nate, not wasting any time, was out of his cage and standing in front of Vin’s unlocked cell door with his typical “look at me suckas!” grin across his face.

“Yeah, yeah...you’re missed, but no kisses right now, bro.” Vincent said, patting him on the shoulder as he hurried by and slipped into the cell where Jennifer was, kneeling down at her side to help her sit up.

“Are you okay? I swear I thought you were a hell of an actor back there…” He said, trying to fake a smile. “But it turns out something did happen, didn’t it? Was it the headaches again?” 

Vin remembered the first time Jennifer had helped him, and she paid a heavy price in the form of terrible 
migraines that probably felt just as bad as when they’d manifested through his curse. Every violent action that those damned things take feels like it takes a piece of him with it. 

“Some powers, eh?” He said with a grin, looking into her weary, yet beautifully perfected eyes.


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