Seventeen
It was past midnight by the time Whistle texted Tasa, just before Hoodie dropped him off in front of the apartment building. He didn’t want her to freak out when she heard him coming in and take a shot at him.
By the time he pushed the door open, she was there, g*n dangling from her hand. Body tense and thrumming on high alert. Her hair was a wild, tangled halo around her as if she’d been raking her fingers through it for hours.
He could relate.
It’d been an exhausting three hours as he and Hoodie got rid of the body and any traces of the attack. Afterward, he stopped by Kingdom’s house to alert him of what had happened. He decided that it was better to keep it to themselves for now. Whistle was good with that. The less people who knew, the better. He’d already involved Hoodi
