Of all things she could have expected from Ambrose White, a dark sense of humor ( the kind that aimed to crush her fragile feelings ) would have never made it to the top of the list. As she attempted to hug him, like she had already done so many times before, Sally recognized no love but hatred in the eyes of the man who once swore to protect her against all evil; even if said evil came from his own keen. And it cut her, like a silver knife pressing to her chest. Something had to be wrong, terribly wrong… yet Sally chose to believe it was all nothing but an innocent prank —— child’s play. If she knew him like she thought she did, it wouldn’t be too long before his stern façade cracked into a smile.

“What do you mean, hands off?” The junkie laughed through her pain, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Would you remember if I kissed you?”