I turn around to face whoever it was that came through and gave me the sword, licking blood from between my fingers when I see it’s Bear. She smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “We at war?” “Ah, our little Grizzly Bear. Who let you in here?” Bear flicks her sword around her arm, dancing and clicking her neck. “Me, bitch. I let me in here.” “What happened to your vow of no murder?” I whisper to her, waiting for Kennedy’s next move. Bear shrugs. “You’re in trouble, I come running.”
