MYO-3173: Billie

The greenhouse was suffocating. Not from heat, though, it was temperate and carefully regulated, as always. No, Billie felt stifled by something less tangible, like the weight of the place itself. It was too quiet, too pristine, too... heavenly. Every plant shimmered faintly, each leaf and petal so vibrant it looked plucked from a painting.  Billie frowned down at the smal...

Billie had just spent an hour hanging out at Jackal’s apartment, sprawling on the battered sofa while they blasted punk music and talked trash about the idiots they’d seen around Burrowgatory that day. For once, Billie had felt like her usual edgy mood was at home—no fluff, no frills, just raw honesty with someone who got her. But when she went to raid Jackal’s kitchen, a sweet, almost too-sweet scent hit her ...

The summons came at the worst possible time. Billie was halfway through a cigarette in one grimey alleyway when her phone buzzed, the upbeat ringtone she’d set for Dove jarring against the scene. She sighed, letting her head fall back against the rough stone wall as she flicked her cigarette away, and picked up the phone. “Billie!” Dove’s cheerful voice came through...