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Just because you’d take a bullet for someone didn’t mean you wanted them to know everything about you.

It was a text from his aunt.
Biting his lip, Lee hesitated a second before clicking on it.
‘WRU@?’
“What the…?” Squinting at the screen, Lee frowned, then copied and pasted the text into Google search. It took him a couple of seconds, but then he understood what she was saying. “Great,” Lee mumbled.

Name didn’t even flinch, but instead, he grinned at Lee as he yanked his collar out of his grip. “I don't doubt it,” he said, laughing. "But you’re smart enough to know that if you do anything to me, he dies. That would be a real shame, now wouldn’t it? He was here, you know, just yesterday.”
“If you hurt him…” Lee whispered, clenching his fist at his side as he forced himself to stay level headed.

Lee snorted. “Great, now I’m Cinderella,” he grumbled, pacing his room as he glared at his closet. “Sneaking out to a stupid ball, and I have nothing to wear.” Buying a suit hadn’t been one of their top priorities since he came back, and the one he had definitely wasn’t going to fit him anymore. 

Winfield wiped the blood from his arm and grimaced. It hadn’t taken him long after the plane crash to realized he didn’t need to bother going after the people who had killed Fox, they were still after Winfield and his team. But even knowing that, and despite Winfield’s best efforts, Deadlock or whatever they were calling themselves now, always seemed to know exactly where they were.

“Just let me take care of it,” Lee said. “Then I’ll explain as much as I can to you.” Once he reached the shelf, Lee ran his finger over the old leather-bound books, until he came to the encyclopedia.
He hesitated a second, before pulling it out. It was thick enough to hide something in, and who read encyclopedia these days anyway?

The morning light streaming through the living room windows didn’t brother Lee. It was slow enough that his body could tell what it was, not so much for the shadow that suddenly blocked it out.
Instantly, Lee’s eyes flew open and his sat bolt upright, his gaze darting to the person as his grip tightened around the hilt of the blade he’d taken from his attacker.

The paper had burned in his chest the whole time he had it, but he didn’t dare open it in front of anyone else. He had no idea what it would say, but he doubted it was anything he wanted anyone else to see.
He hesitated a second, before unfolding the paper. Holding it up to the nearest light, he began reading it.

Lee thought about going downstairs for his Sherlock book but decided against it. At the moment, he wasn’t in the mood to read it anyway.
Besides, if he went down, his grandmother would probably want to do some ‘family bonding’ and Lee would rather read a book on the history of gummy bears than do anything that involved bonding. Or worse… she might want them to share their feelings. Lee shuddered at the thought.