Skittles POV
I didn't expect the chief to give me his notes and leave as he had; something tells me he had a beef against my mother, too, and only the law kept him from killing her himself. She hurt so many people, and I don't get how she got all that power, magic t**t my butt-cheeks.
The pages were in neat cursive writing, and having seen him writing them out, I was surprised at how neat it was, considering he wasn't watching what he was writing, obviously years of practice.
"What do you make of that?" Stinger asked, sitting next to me on the floor, taking some of the pages the chief wrote, before handing them back.
"That the chief now crosses out a troublemaker from his list of people to keep an eye on. You and I both know how bad our mother was. Maybe, in his own way, not pursuing t
