Lexa-Holiday

There was nowhere for her to go. The limo hadn't taken her anywhere, and she wasn't ready to go home, not with her father's swan song ringing in her ears and her head spinning as everything she knew stood on its head.   She didn't really know how she ran into him—it always seemed to work that way. He was standing on a street corner, leaning against a streetlamp and balancing a needle on the tip of his finger. Shilo stared at him blankly. He hadn't changed, and that was impossible. Everything had changed: she was free, her father was dead, GeneCo was up in the air. "Graverobber?"   "Need some Z, kid? You keep aski

There was nowhere for her to go. The limo hadn't taken her anywhere, and she wasn't ready to go home, not with her father's swan song ringing in her ears and her head spinning as everything she knew stood on its head.   She didn't really know how she ran into him—it always seemed to work that way. He was standing on a street corner, leaning against a streetlamp and balancing a needle on the tip of his finger. Shilo stared at him blankly. He hadn't changed, and that was impossible. Everything had changed: she was free, her father was dead, GeneCo was up in the air. "Graverobber?"   "Need some Z, kid? You keep aski