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"I'm done letting other people make decisions for me." The words came out harsher than he'd intended, maybe the first true thing he'd said since he left his hometown, scarred and still healing but finally free. Smith prided himself on never letting anyone see what he didn't want them to, his entire existence a carefully crafted persona to achieve whatever ends he'd set for himself.

But he didn't have a plan now. The plan had run out the moment he found himself trapped in a burning building. He hadn't set that fire--he wasn't that careless--but he'd certainly set things in motion and then found he could only control them to a point. For example, half-burning himself alive had not been part of the plan. Otherwise, it had gone off relatively well.

So why did he feel driftless now? He had his freedom. He'd punished his abusers. He should be happy, exhilarated. Instead, he'd wandered aimlessly into this town and then into this restaurant, for once not knowing what he wanted or where he was going next. "I'll take a cup of coffee," he muttered, shoving a couple wrinkled bills onto the counter in case she doubted whether he had the money. He probably looked exactly as homeless as he was.

He lost sight of his date hours ago, but that was the least of Warren’s concerns.  The only thing on mind at the moment was getting some much needed nicotine into his system.  The liquor in his glass sloshed over the side as he pushed open the glass door to the upstairs balcony.  The music coming from downstairs was so loud he failed to notice the click the door made as it locked when he pushed it closed behind him.  Warren retrieved his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and felt around for his lighter but paused when he noticed the woman standing near the railing already puffing on a lit cigarette.  “’Scuse me ma’am, you got a light?” Warren asked, unlit cigarette hanging from his lip as he approached the detective. 

Ese dia habia quedado en casa con mi novio, David, teniamos que revisar unos documentos que habia escrito mi madre para su cena de campaña. Los dos ibamos a ir, era bueno que yo no fuera sola, y que David fuera de una buena familia como la mia.

Eramos la pareja perfecta,aun asi debiamos asegurarnos de que en la cena no deciamos cosas indebidas. Ya que habiamos “estudiado”, el saco un pequeño cigarrillo de su bolsillo.Era algo mas casero que eso, y me lo ofrecio.Yo no estaba segura asi que me negue por el momento, excusandome para ir al baño.

Aproveche para mandar un mensaje a Iria diciendo que estaba en casa y que si se queria pasar, la esperaba.Escuche a Dave llamarme.- Voy!-

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"More people who like to stare. Great."

Genevieve looked over her and shrugged. After all the werepyre knew that looks could be deceiving. Right now she could only hope that the girl wasn't able to sense what she was. Being in New York City, she wouldn't be surprised if there were hunters that would be on her faster than flies on goat shit, as her Ma use to say. 

"Still, it's better safe then sorry. How about I get  you to where you need to go. Then I'll get my pizza." She stated feeling her cop instinct flare to life.