[Bovice]

"Fan-fucking-tastic Mystic. You shouldn't of sent her to Acera's!" Holden stood and put his hands on his hips. "She would of been safe at your house! And now I have to contend with the fact that Solomon is lying to me, Melody is gonna be on another fucking rage trip, and that I keep feeling a fucking coldness!" He was yelling by now. "And on top of all that, I have to deal with the motherfucking French tomorrow. Who probably aren't going to just let Melody fight for herself. They are gonna find a way to toss me into the mix!" He grabbed his hair and pulled on it. "I honestly sometimes wish I would of stayed dead." He threw his hands down in a act of defeat.

"I know Solomon..." Alicia trailed off as she heard Holden yelling. She opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed it.