Quinn rolled over, realizing she was already up in the shower...then he heard her phone ring. The door muffled most of the conversation...he could only hear a little over the shower...
...my place in Bon Temps...
...my maker...even he won't know...secret room...
...my...friend Quinn...
...If word gets out...war...
Quinn heard her moving toward the door and rolled back to the position he slept in. He didn't know why she was keeping secrets again, but he could not really say anything on it, considering his own situation. He had to think carefully...how would he explain meeting with the Chancellor...maybe he should leave him meeting vague...or just refer to 'errands'...he would have to play things by ear...
...my place in Bon Temps...
...my maker...even he won't know...secret room...
...my...friend Quinn...
...If word gets out...war...
Quinn heard her moving toward the door and rolled back to the position he slept in. He didn't know why she was keeping secrets again, but he could not really say anything on it, considering his own situation. He had to think carefully...how would he explain meeting with the Chancellor...maybe he should leave him meeting vague...or just refer to 'errands'...he would have to play things by ear...