Charlee appeared beside them, arms crossed. "Alright, you two. Outside or upstairs. Choose."

Chase stepped back. "You're... my sister."

ran the door. She wasn't big, but she had eyes like a hawk and a scar on her knuckle that read like a memoir. She wore a crimson vest and no shirt beneath, her silver whistle resting against her collarbone. Tonight, she was looking for one person.