Page 6 of Wicked Ruin

Declan

That’s not how that works

Okay, fine, did you dungeon master someone today?

Declan

Also not how it works

Want to show me how that works…? The Dom thing, not the mafia thing

Declan

Are you trying to get me killed?

Who, me?

Declan

Trouble. Behave.

I type out the next response.

Make me

But I never send it, and I tell myself it’s because Mercury’s in retrograde, and I know better than to tempt fate.

Declan

Hey, missed you at the wedding, saw you were in Tahiti?

Haha I wish. Tahiti backgrounds are just a thousand times better than the inside of a hospital room

Declan

Any background’s better than a hospital room

Except… a funeral home maybe

Declan

Christ

I look up from my phone when my nurse enters. I place my phone face down and hear the buzz from his response, but don’t want to be too… eager.

“Are you feeling alright? You look a little pale.” The nurse pauses in the doorway, her clipboard tucked against her hip. She's one of the youngest ones here, round-faced, with kind eyes and the earnest smile of someone who really wants to help. I take a quick look at her name badge.

Dora. Cute.

“No, thanks,” I say with a smile. I want to see what he said.

Declan

Are you hungry?

Not that hungry these days. Just sometimes.

Declan