Elena sighs and shakes her head. “Follow me,” she tells Adelia and leads her to the kitchen.
Ren’s wounds had been taken care of by her mother, a red haired woman clothed in leaves, and she’d been sent on her way with a promise that she’d never do anything illegal again. She had pulled a hood over her head to hide her features so she wouldn’t be compared to the likeness in the WANTED posters. She now sits in a barbecue joint in Brooklyn, gnawing on a barbecue sandwich.