Her black eyes that has held me captive, that has been my nightmare as much as my fantasy stares at Quinn, not at me.

I frown but don't say shit, it feels like Beggar is walking past my grave, like she is forgetting I exist.

From the corner of my eyes I glance to my brother's seated body and harden my resolve. She is the reason he can't walk, he is on a fucking couch.

He is also looking at her, and I expect anger but it is not anger on Thorn's face but something else, ...