“Why is it always the wrinkly old dude who gets away with whatever shit they pull? And the woman they damage has to pay the price for the fact they can’t keep it in their pants?” Both of them stop what they’re doing, and pivot to face me. Kenzie’s “What happened?” is almost lost under Paige’s “Who do we need to bury?” Her nostrils flare, her eyes are dark and shining with vengeance, and if she wasn’t on my side, there’d be a puddle of piss at my feet right now. Bitch is terrifying.
