If we didn’t break a case by the end of the week I’d be on the street. That wasn’t so bad. I’d live. But Ludwig...
He looked barely past sixteen, but he was older than any of us. I didn’t know the exact details, but by all accounts he would never age or change from how he was right now. He was also grey from head to toe, like someone had shaded him in with a pencil.
Even in a place as crazy as Asphodel, Ludwig stood out.
He caught my reflection in his screen and paused his music, twisting in his chair to face me. “Hey, boss!” He gave me a broad, grey grin. “Your head is still attached! Bonus!”
I felt an echo of his broad, unreserved smile tweak at the corners of my mouth.
“Just barely. How did you know?”
“You think anything happens in the Station that I don’t know about?” He gestured at his computer. “I caught some emails saying you were getting reamed out. Was it something specific today? Or was Teddy just meeting his weekly grilling quota?”
Ludwig was the only person in the building who could get away with calling Lord Arctos “Teddy”, having known him from back in the Heroes’ heyday.
“A little from column A, a little from column B.” I swallowed the Bear’s ultimatum for now.
“I’m sure he loves you really, boss.” Ludwig chuckled. “Him and Captain Lucas will be duking it out in the lobby for your affection any day now.”
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