Page 20 of Okay, I Regret a Little
Wren just shrugged.
“I do have totally normal hobbies that don’t involve killing people. Just like I know you probably get up to some weird shit when you aren’t stealing from dangerous covens.”
“All my shit is totally normal!”
“So is knitting, asshole.”
“You’re just this badass, and you’re a little scary. I can’t picture you making little sweaters.”
“If you aren’t scary in here, you end up dead. A little tip from me to you.”
I got this feeling there was a lot more to Wren than just an assassin. She had a soft side, and I wanted to get to know it. I didn’t need to be getting intrigued about anyone else in this prison, but I couldn’t help it.
I was about to tell her we needed to get to bed because I had enough trouble waking up in the morning. I put my hand on her thigh, and blue sparks flew off my fingers where we touched. The lights in our cellblock flickered. Wren jumped and threw my hand off her.
“What the fuck, Rei?” she hissed.
“I swear, that’s never happened to me before. Please, don’t kill me.”
“Calm your tits. I don’t kill people in front of witnesses and cameras. I’m not planning on it, anyway. Does this have anything to do with that spiffy new tail of yours?”
“Probably. The lore is mixed on how a Kitsune gets a new tail, but each tail is supposed to bring new powers.”
“Then, fuck you, and figure out how it works. You made the lights flicker when you shocked me. If you can cause a power outage, you can then focus it and take out the cameras. I’m not going to kill you just for shocking me. I might be a killer, but I don’t just go around killingeveryone.It’s not just that I need you to get out of here. You’re pretty cool, Rei. I could see us being friends if we never ended up here. I was only protecting you because I made a deal with Faust at first, but then I found out you’re cool so that I won’t double-cross him and kill you.”
“Um, thanks. I guess.”
It was so fucked up.Iwas so fucked up. Wren just admitted she planned on killing me but changed her mind. I still liked her. It didn’t change my opinion of her. It changed nothing about taking her with us.
I still wanted to know the gentle part of Wren that knitted sweaters for the pet raccoon she nursed back to health. And I had a feeling there was this marvelous story about how a witch that befriended raccoons became this great assassin.
Wren was a complicated witch. Complicated was always my weakness, even if I always eventually ran.
