Declan:LOL. He’ll love you forever.
Conor:He won’t when he realizes I’m the reason both will be offline for a couple days. :P
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CONOR
WARRIOR’S DANCE - THE PRODIGY
THE FOLLOWING DAY
When my phonelit up with a message, I stared at the link with a frown.
Reaching for one of my earbuds, I slotted it in then pressed play.
As a rock fan, “Warrior’s Dance” by The Prodigy wasn’t exactly my thing, but I listened to it with a smirk, head rocking to the synth loop.
“Knew you’d like it,” Star called out from the bedroom.
“You don’t know I liked it.”
“Sure I do. You listened to the whole track.”
“How do you know?”
“You hummed the last melody.”
“Sneaky. You shouldn’t have been listening.”
“That’s our anthem. We’re the warriors.”
We.
Liking the inclusion, I got to my feet and stretched while I began the short walk to where she was lying down.
Burrowed among ten or so cushions that Edgar had happily provided upon her request, the duvet covering her almost entirely, she had her laptop on her knee. Beneath the duvet, she had a mouse she used to control her computer.
“It’s not that cold,” I remarked with a soft smile.
“It is.”
“Are you coming down with something?”
“No. I just get cold sometimes.” She studied me. “Well?”
My brow crinkled. “The song or my findings?”
“Both.”
“I like the song even though my rock-loving heart is crying on the inside.”
“So dramatic,” she quipped.
“As for my findings, well, we’ve got less than I’d like but more than I could have hoped for.”
“Details.”
“It’s a standard email app. Contacts aren’t automatically collated. They have to be added. A set number of messages are retained in storage unless you search for keywords which will bring up older emails.”