#Chapter 63 – Trying

“This is the opposite of what I wanted,” Christian growls towards Nico, giving me a little glare out of the corner of his eye. “I know,” Nico replies, nodding a long with him. “But,” he shrugs, “it’s done. People know Bambi now – know of her, at least. And unless you want to say she died in that shooting, people are going to notice that she got pulled out of the bar the moment this war started. I hate to say it but…” “But the safest place for our little Bambi is actually back in the line of fire,” Frankie says with a sigh. “Wait, why!?” I ask, appalled and confused. “Because,” Christian says, spelling it out for me, “at the bar you’re a pretty face amongst pretty faces, someone who doesn’t have the privilege or the connections to just quit when the war starts. If you pulled out now, disappeared off the face of the earth?” I stare at him, not getting it. Why not? Why can’t I just quit? “People would know,” Nico finishes for him, taking a sip of his beer. “People are looking right