Chapter 110

Just like Drexel said, within the hour Penelope is here, her car pulling up as I watch her hop out. A white fur coat covers her up, a fur hat as well, her dark red hair pulled back into a thick braid, her boots barely sinking into the thick snow. She looks tired today, bags under her eyes, a thin cut upon her eyebrow, and a slight slump on her left leg. Getting to my feet, I watch as men rush to search her, making sure she's clean before they let her in. And they lead her in through the garage, the door opening as I hear her familiar voice. At least someone I know has lived another day. "Your husband is one fucking stubborn man," are her first words, taking off her coat as I notice a bandage upon her right shoulder. "Those leeches set up a disrespectful poster and he practically charged them, killed every damn one, and then burned their bodies in a massive pile with their leader's head upon a stick." "Was that really impo