59) Dying Love, Jealous Love

Mj eyed Ed as he slipped back into the apartment, and all the old hunter did was give her a sad smile. She glanced at Ace, who seemed to be chastising Pepper in the kitchen, and she turned to Jay and Moxie as they picked up steaming cups of coffee, “lovers quarrel,” she asked quizzically and Moxie spat hot coffee all over Jay’s arm as all the color drained from Ace’s face. “Something like that, little sister,” Ed hummed as Dante slithered back into the apartment. Mj walked toward him and as she got closer, she felt the strangest thing against her skin, it was like every molecule her body was made of was pulling her toward the Nerezza Beta, and she squared her shoulders, forcing her body to numb out and ignore the foreign but familiar feeling.

“Kit-assassin,” Dante corrected as Mj approached him, “if you can’t keep yourself under control I will have to respectfully ask for you to accompany the returning party,” she spoke with such callus and lack luster in her voice that Dante’s shoul