Sorsha's P.O.V.
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~ A few days later ~
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"I need to talk to you."
"Again?" I asked Sabel as she stormed into my house.
No. Not my house. Cutter's house that I've been living in. Not mine.
"While Cutter and War are talking, yes," she replied as she plopped down on my bed.
"When are you gonna tell War that handcuffing you is pointless?"
"Never," she said with a scoff.
I laughed at her and rolled my eyes.
"This about Delight again? Thought you said you were waiting to find Julia and Shooter?" I asked.
"This isn't about Delight," she told me. "This is about you."
"Me?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
"I know things," she said. "Things I think you should know. Nothing concrete. Nothing useful, but still."
"What kinda
