Belly Full of Blood - Chapters 1-4 (not for sharing - Copyright Protected 2020 )

Buttoning up his black and padded jacket, Wren
looked to Keris and nodded.
‘Whatever you do, don’t open that door,’ said
Wren, as softly as his hoarse voice could ask.
‘I know the drill,’ said Keris, who poured an ale
and brought it to Wren, drinking the tankard full before
giving it back. ‘Whatever you do, make sure you come
back. Got it?’
‘Got it,’ smiled Wren, licking the beer from his lips,
some of the foam still stuck to his moustache and beard. He
untied his hair and shook it out, which fell to below his
shoulders.
‘I like it like this,’ said Keris, running her fingers
through his hair, which was surprisingly soft.
‘Maybe I’ll wear it down for you,’ he winked,
before retying his hair tightly to to the top of his head in a
small bun.
‘Why no ponytail?’
‘Gives the bloodsuckers something to grab. Same
reason I don’t wear a cloak,’ he suggested, showing that his