The Least Common Denominator

XXXVII.III Sine

Well, this was a rather rude wake-up call.

"What happened?"

A sharp knock on the door in the middle of the night woke Lace and I up wide awake. We weren't expecting anybody so we were pretty cautious when we opened our door.

So color us surprised when Love showed up looking like she fought straight through a fucking battlefield.

"An unexpected encounter," Love coolly answered, her bleeding arm being tended by Lace as I crossed my arms to listen. "Par for the course. But regrettably, my client died."

Being a former Prime, we always expected Love to come home at almost exactly the same day and time she'd usually supply. If she said she'd be home in three days, she'd be here in three days, no more, no less. It had always been like this, even back up north when she first started doing this. The