A little too late, Gage grabbed Bleddyn's elbows and locked them behind her back with one arm, holding her still with the other. At once, he dragged her back, setting her in a booth a couple feet away. "You stay there until I get your parents to take you home."
He turned to Wolfram, the kid's eyes were wide, but angry. Cat's eyes. Why did he have to be a cat? He thought, a little uneasy. "Where are your parents?"
"I deserved it." I mumbled, starting to walk away, "Thank -hic- thank you, though. Dad's in there, and he'll kill me as soon as he gets his hands on me. Might as well delay that as long as -hic- as long as possible." I was starting to cry, now, though no one would have noticed. I didn't mean to hurt the kid, and I felt like kicking myself for punching him for a reason as dumb as 'helping him let his anger out,' how stupid is that? I felt I had to make it up to him, and there was only one way I knew to do that.
Her death was bound to be in a newspaper somewhere, and, if I'm lucky, the name of the suspected murdurerer.
