something with anyone.
Or maybe it meant I should, before I went too crazy and ended up as a resident of Happyville Manor. Who knew? Not me.
I didn’t particularly want to end up crazy and babbling to anyone who’d listen about the vampire haunting me. I just didn’t know how to handle the knowledge I’d murdered her, and not because she’d wanted to die. I mean, die again. I hadn’t killed her the first time she’d died. He had.
Freakin’ bastard . I didn’t even know if he’d been telling me the truth, because Merriven had been in my head. He’d combed through my memories. There were still traces of his slimy mental touch in my mind. I’d hoped his death would erase them, but no luck.
I’d felt guilty before, back when I’d believed I’d done what Ginger wanted. When I thought I’d saved her from eternity with a sadistic monster. That guilt was nothing compared to what I felt now.
Calling Leglin was an option. Sometimes snuggling the giant hound helped drive Ginger away. But he was probably sprawled out on my bed and asleep. I trashed that idea.
Eventually, I fell asleep, and Ginger found me in my dreams. She chased after me as I ran, ignoring my tearful apologies. Strangers pointed at me as I ran by with her on my heels. They whispered “Murderer”, one after the other.
It wasn’t a restful night’s sleep.
“D iscord.”
I opened my eyes and focused on a line of light. Someone had opened the door, but not wide enough to poke their head inside.
“Discord, Sunny called,” Logan said. “She said you’re supposed to be at Rita’s office at ten-thirty. It’s eight-forty-five, and it’s still snowing.”
“Shoot!” I threw back the covers and lunged out of the bed. “I’m gonna be late.”
There wasn’t time to drive home, shower, and change, before driving to the real estate office. I stood there, trying to decide whether to teleport and leave my car, or not.
“Are you decent?”
Looking down, I shrugged. His tee reached about mid-thigh on me. “Yeah.”
He pushed the door open. “There’s a lot of...you look really cute.”
My hair was probably waving hello, and I could feel sleep crusted in the corners of my eyes. “You have an odd idea of cute, but thanks.”
“You’re welcome. The radio’s reporting a lot of minor accidents, and there’s over a foot of snow already, with ice under it. You might not want to try driving your car in it.”
“I guess I’ll teleport home.”
Logan nodded in agreement. “I can pick you up from Rita’s office, if you want to come get your car later. The road crews are out, so you might be able to drive it home then.”
“I guess. I kind of wanted to go to my new house. You know, to sit in it and soak up the fact it’s finally mine.”
“Oh.”
“You haven’t seen it. Any chance you’d feel like driving me out there and watching me act completely goofy?”
Logan chuckled. “Love to.”
We settled a few details before I grabbed all my things and teleported home. “Mom, I’m home!”
She came to my room as I tossed everything onto my bed. Leaning against the doorframe, she asked, “Is that Logan’s shirt?”
“Yep, he loaned it to me.” I stripped. Being naked in front of Mom wasn’t a hang up of mine. After all, she’d given birth to me, and used to change my diapers and give me baths. “I’m going to hop in the shower.”
“All right. Do you want something for breakfast?”
“That would be great. I’m going to teleport to the meeting.”
“No, you’re not. Your father’s on the way over. He should be here in twenty minutes.”
“Oh. Okay. I’ll be out in a few.” After I’d taken the quickest shower ever, dressed, and hung up my tiger coat, Mom called me to breakfast.
Purse and less-dressy pea coat in hand, I hurried to the kitchen. Dad was drinking coffee and sitting at the table with Tonya. I kissed the top of his head in passing, and ruffled Tonya’s auburn curls. “Good morning. Where are
Or maybe it meant I should, before I went too crazy and ended up as a resident of Happyville Manor. Who knew? Not me.
I didn’t particularly want to end up crazy and babbling to anyone who’d listen about the vampire haunting me. I just didn’t know how to handle the knowledge I’d murdered her, and not because she’d wanted to die. I mean, die again. I hadn’t killed her the first time she’d died. He had.
Freakin’ bastard . I didn’t even know if he’d been telling me the truth, because Merriven had been in my head. He’d combed through my memories. There were still traces of his slimy mental touch in my mind. I’d hoped his death would erase them, but no luck.
I’d felt guilty before, back when I’d believed I’d done what Ginger wanted. When I thought I’d saved her from eternity with a sadistic monster. That guilt was nothing compared to what I felt now.
Calling Leglin was an option. Sometimes snuggling the giant hound helped drive Ginger away. But he was probably sprawled out on my bed and asleep. I trashed that idea.
Eventually, I fell asleep, and Ginger found me in my dreams. She chased after me as I ran, ignoring my tearful apologies. Strangers pointed at me as I ran by with her on my heels. They whispered “Murderer”, one after the other.
It wasn’t a restful night’s sleep.
“D iscord.”
I opened my eyes and focused on a line of light. Someone had opened the door, but not wide enough to poke their head inside.
“Discord, Sunny called,” Logan said. “She said you’re supposed to be at Rita’s office at ten-thirty. It’s eight-forty-five, and it’s still snowing.”
“Shoot!” I threw back the covers and lunged out of the bed. “I’m gonna be late.”
There wasn’t time to drive home, shower, and change, before driving to the real estate office. I stood there, trying to decide whether to teleport and leave my car, or not.
“Are you decent?”
Looking down, I shrugged. His tee reached about mid-thigh on me. “Yeah.”
He pushed the door open. “There’s a lot of...you look really cute.”
My hair was probably waving hello, and I could feel sleep crusted in the corners of my eyes. “You have an odd idea of cute, but thanks.”
“You’re welcome. The radio’s reporting a lot of minor accidents, and there’s over a foot of snow already, with ice under it. You might not want to try driving your car in it.”
“I guess I’ll teleport home.”
Logan nodded in agreement. “I can pick you up from Rita’s office, if you want to come get your car later. The road crews are out, so you might be able to drive it home then.”
“I guess. I kind of wanted to go to my new house. You know, to sit in it and soak up the fact it’s finally mine.”
“Oh.”
“You haven’t seen it. Any chance you’d feel like driving me out there and watching me act completely goofy?”
Logan chuckled. “Love to.”
We settled a few details before I grabbed all my things and teleported home. “Mom, I’m home!”
She came to my room as I tossed everything onto my bed. Leaning against the doorframe, she asked, “Is that Logan’s shirt?”
“Yep, he loaned it to me.” I stripped. Being naked in front of Mom wasn’t a hang up of mine. After all, she’d given birth to me, and used to change my diapers and give me baths. “I’m going to hop in the shower.”
“All right. Do you want something for breakfast?”
“That would be great. I’m going to teleport to the meeting.”
“No, you’re not. Your father’s on the way over. He should be here in twenty minutes.”
“Oh. Okay. I’ll be out in a few.” After I’d taken the quickest shower ever, dressed, and hung up my tiger coat, Mom called me to breakfast.
Purse and less-dressy pea coat in hand, I hurried to the kitchen. Dad was drinking coffee and sitting at the table with Tonya. I kissed the top of his head in passing, and ruffled Tonya’s auburn curls. “Good morning. Where are
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