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Kas’ face lit up brightly as the girl hugged him. She was very beautiful after all and an almost extraordinarily sweet person. The thuggish and usually on edge lad let himself drift into the comfort of her embrace, wrapping his own arms around her and briefly letting his eyes close. It seemed to last for quite a while but when they parted still he wished it had lasted far longer. Smiling he massaged the back of his neck, somewhat embarrassed. He was nervous those around could tell how many shields he had just accidentally lowered, it was like his mind had an army on guard and for a few moments she’d somehow made them all stand down.

“That was better than some of the sex I’ve had.” He chuckled, trying to cover some of what he perceived to be his vulnerabilities.

The next moment Amelia came up, hugging Ezera tightly and crying. Kas only got quick looks at her throughout the day but it was obvious there were bruises on her, faded slightly but most definitely there. His mind immediately went back to what they’d discussed yesterday and it seemed the only logical answer to him. One day, no bruises, the next, he’s back, bruises. The fucking asshole moved fast. Although he’d never seen him and he had no idea what he looked like Kas saw himself stabbing him, piercing his abdomen multiple times with a large hunting knife. He saw himself running him over, powering through him with a car and leaving him to die in the road. He saw himself raising up a handgun and squeezing the trigger until the gun clicked empty. Suffice to say, rage was boiling inside of him.

“What the fuck happened to your face!?” He demanded, although reckoning he already knew the answer. Before he could get one though yet another girl came over and almost immediately started arguing with Amelia.

“Oh for fuck sake, I’ll find out later.” Kas said annoyed, intending to either text Amelia or meet up with her later to get some answers once crap calmed down some. “I’m good in a dogfight, but even man like me back up when it comes to catfights.” He spoke to no one in particular, quickly recovering from the darkness in the moods.

“I don’t suppose you know what the hell this is about?” He asked, catching Poetry’s eye when she glanced over at him.