Shady

Ky looked at him, having a lot of emotions and not knowing how to name any of them. Perhaps betrayal, first and foremost. “Were you even going to tell me ...

“He’s not coming back,” Ky huffed, getting irritated. Way to rub salt in her wounds. “And I know it as well as you do.”

“You don’t think it’s going to worry me more, knowing there’s something so bad affects me that’s so bad you won’t tell me?”

“Why do I never get to know things?” she sulked. “It clearly involves me.”

“…I don’t know.” She glanced away, blushing.

“They said someone who looks like me from the South came and you two met with him—“ she gestured vaguely towards the door. “And that you weren’t gonna tell me… ...

“See ya.” Jerica made for her corner again. Derik glanced between them, trying to piece things together, but he couldn’t. He dipped his head. “Of course. Take your time.” He ...

“Thanks.” Jerica nodded to her, stepping inside. “…Indirectly,” Ky said with a nod, glancing at him. “It…involved that. Kind of.”

Jerica glanced over at her, speeding up to match the pace with a furrowed brow. Cruelty, then? An eye for an eye? She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. ...

“Why?” Derik was silent for a moment, trying to think of what else to say to reassure her. “May I ask why it is you think we want to take ...

“Why not just kill him at this point?” Derik blinked, glancing at Ky. Her seeing Jerica was less of an issue; she wouldn’t have put that together, probably. Jerica was ...

“Didn’t he die like a decade ago?” Ky flinched, jumping out of her seat and whirling around on the door. Derik stepped inside, stopping short when his gaze landed on ...

“Michael?” “Alright.” Derik nodded, following him up the stairs.

Ky hummed thoughtfully then nodded. “I don’t have much experience with that. But I’m sure you’re right.”

“Who was the man?” Jerica asked at last. “What happened?” Derik asked the servant.