Page 5 of Cold Foot Curse

“Holy fuck sticks!” Cash interrupted. “You’re from Sister’s Edge?”

Kade dragged his glare to him.

“You’re really from Sister’s Edge? From the Crew in Sister’s Edge? You were a member?”

“I was Third.”

“Oh!” Cash crowed, pacing into the kitchen and then back. “You were Third in Sister’s Edge?”

“You don’t have to repeat it a bunch of times. I don’t want to talk about this shit anymore.”

“Um, now I want to only talk about this—”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“There’re monsters in that Crew.”

“Cash.”

“They only bring in monsters!”

“Cash!”

“Why didn’t you consummate it? Was she an uggo?”

“An uggo?”

“Ugly?”

“Oh my God, stop talking.”

“Couldn’t get it up?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“It happens, man. Not to me, but I hear it happens to some people. It’s called erectile dysfunction, and it’s—”

Whomp!The book Kade had thrown at his head hit the wall behind Cash. He’d barely ducked out of the way in time.

“We didn’t consummate it because she wasn’t ready, and I was arrested a week after we were Promised!”

Cash’s mouth finally freaking stopped talking, thank the Lord.

“So why are you freaking out about her now?” Cash asked low. “If you set her free, why are you dropping walls, and rushing in here, and locking doors and making the entire mountains feel heavy?”

Kade inhaled deep and cracked his knuckles. “Contract is up. My old friend messaged me a video of her in what I’m guessing are Promise talks with some asshole I know. Or I knew? Back before everything fell apart.”

“Is he bad news?”

“The worst.” Kade shrugged. “For her it would be bad.”

“We should go get her,” Cash said.

“No.”

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