Page 98 of Stitches

Amen.

SIN

“Looks like she wasn’t mad at them after all,” Asylum said from next to me as he leaned against the tree on the edge of the courtyard.

I took a hit from my sugar he’d given me and blew out the smoke. “Yeah.”

He looked over at me and smiled brightly. “That’s a good thing. She is a sweetheart, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” I said, offering him the drugs.

“No. I’m working.” He held his hand up to me.

“What?” I scoffed. “You’re leaning against a fucking tree, lurking like a cocksucker.”

“Cocksuckers don’t lurk, Sinclair. They’re too busy sucking cock, hence cocksucker.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “What exactly are you working on then?”

“Follow me.” He pushed off the tree, walking away from where Sirena was holding Church’s hand while Ashes kissed on her. Stitches was nowhere to be seen, but it was after classes, so I assumed he was probably in therapy or some shit.

I put out the sugar and followed Asylum along the back of some buildings before nearly crashing into him as he came to an abrupt stop.

“What the fuck?” I asked, stumbling to avoid him.

He said nothing as he turned down a dark alleyway that was hidden from prying eyes, the bushes blocking the entrance and acting like a wall.

Sighing, I followed him and stopped when the white rabbit stepped out of the dark recesses.

“Sin,” the rabbit said, nodding his head at me.

“Mirage. Why am I not surprised?”

“I don’t know.” He cocked his head at me. “Why aren’t you?”

I rolled my eyes and grumbled about putting out my drugs to be there which only made Mirage laugh softly. Sometimes he was just as annoying as Asylum was.

“What have you found out?” Asylum asked.

Mirage pulled a large carrot out of his back pocket and nibbled on it thoughtfully.

“Are you fucking serious?” I looked at him incredulously.

“What?” He crunched on his carrot. “I’m dressed like a fucking rabbit, Sinclair. When I commit to something, I go all in. That includes eating carrots.”

“I bought them for him,” Asylum supplied.

For fuck’s sake.

I shook my head and leaned against the wall, listening to the pair of them.

“She played with me in the woods,” Mirage said.

“You fuck her?” Asylum’s voice held a note of anger in it.

“No, I didn’t fuck her.” Mirage sighed. “She chased me though. We played chase. She caught me. I showed her how to protect herself a bit. She’s a fast learner. I really think she’s perfect.”

“Yes, we all know she is. I hear it a million times a day in my head,” Asylum grumbled.

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