Blake
What about slayer?
The dots bounce immediately and my heart lifts.
BunnytheKiller
Is this a 90s vampire series?
Blake
It could be. Shall I get some fake fangs?
BunnytheKiller
I bet they’d look cute.
Blake
Have you got a biting kink, Bunny?
I can work with that.
BunnytheKiller
Until I stake you.
Blake
If you want wood, that’s something I can provide. When are we going to do that, by the way?
“Distracted, Norwood?” Dalston says, his Russian accent-half amused, half-irritated.
I lean back, shielding my phone. I’m protective of my conversation with my girl.
When did I start thinking of her that way? As mine, and it’s just a matter of time before we’re together.
“You’re not normally stuck to your phone like it’s a combination of caffeine, nicotine, and dog videos.”
I grunt.
The issue is, he’s right. This was a project I pushed, and I’ve entirely lost interest. I was never really that bothered by it, if I’m honest. I imagined it would fill a gap in me, and it didn’t.
But Bunny? She’s different.
I thought I was fine. I believed I was filling my inner void with brutal work and mafia schemes, but she’s broken open how lonely I was.
My phone buzzes and I snatch it up, ignoring Dalston’s laughter.
BunnytheKiller
You are the keenest victim I’ve ever had.
Blake
You’re killing me, Bunny.
They talk about possible assassination strategies, including using bombs. And although it was me who proposed most of these plans, they seem lacking in finesse. So obvious and heavy-handed. I vaguely remember I believed they were exciting and bold, but like all the years that I lived before I knew Bunny, I’m seeing it differently now. I’ve never considered actual people, but when I think about how I’d feel if Bunny got mixed up in one of these operations, I’m feral with protectiveness.
