Chapter 37

Let’s Get Bloody.

Conner

I pushed open the door to my room, expecting quiet. What I got was the soft shuffle of movement and the unmistakable sight of Sage, standing in front of my open closet, buttoning up a pair of bloodstained tactical pants like it was just another Tuesday.

“Jesus,” I muttered under my breath, closing the door behind me.

Sage turned back to my closet like she owned the place, which, considering the way she moved through it, she kind of did. Her fingers brushed over the hangers until she pulled out a black long-sleeve shirt, clearly too big for her.

“I’m stealing this,” she said casually.

“Of course you are.” I stepped up behind her, reaching past to tug down the hoodie version instead, same color, same worn cotton softness, but with a front zip and deep hood. “Try this one. You’ll like it better.”