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just feel…naked without any weapons.”
I heard soft footfalls to my left and glanced toward the dining room door as Zaphara entered. Her long dark hair was still pulled away from her face, falling in a tight braid down her back. She wore a long trench coat. When she moved the light hit the coat, igniting the iridescent colors in the black vinyl.
“Ready?” Zaphara looked at me.
“For?”
“I was talking to Lenorre.”
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t look at me,” I said, stifling a growl.
“Yes,” Lenorre said, “give us a moment.”
Lenorre explained that she needed to drop by The Two Points and that she wanted me with her.
I glared at Zaphara. “Please tell me she’s not going with us?”
“She is.”
“I would rather Rosalin go with us than Zaphara.” The way I said her name wasn’t exactly friendly, but then again, I was beginning to dislike Zaphara. Why bother hiding it?
“Rosalin does not inspire fear in others,” Lenorre said.
“Thanks,” Rosalin said. “That makes me feel really good about myself.”
I touched her arm, briefly. “If it’s any consolation, I really do prefer your company over hers.”
I glared at Zaphara again. She laughed.
Yeah, this was going to be fun. Not.
Lenorre said my name to get my attention.
“Fine,” I said, “but I’m driving.”
Lenorre sat in the passenger seat next to me. No way in hell would I let Zaphara sit there. It was bad enough she’d chosen the seat behind mine. Every time I checked the rearview mirror, her mouth quirked in a devilish smile. Why we couldn’t just strap her to the hood of the car like a prized deer was beyond me.
“Zaphara, your head is in my way.” I tried to keep the irritation out of my tone, but a little of it slipped through. She chuckled. A second later I heard the sounds of her moving across the seat, into the one behind Lenorre. I hadn’t argued with Zaphara when she’d decided not to wear a seat belt. Lenorre put hers on without questioning, probably because she knew I wouldn’t start the car until she did. Zaphara could handle her own if we got into a wreck and she flew out the front window. Mean, maybe, but the thought amused me.
Lenorre was unnervingly quiet, though I heard Zaphara messing with something in the backseat. I tossed a glance over my shoulder to find she was going through my CDs in their black binder.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I turned my gaze back to the road. We were almost to the highway.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Fine. Why are you going through my CDs? Is that better?”
“Much better.” I glanced back to see she was still flipping through the pages with CDs in them, as if it was all so very interesting. “I was curious,” she said.
“Just because you’re curious doesn’t mean you’ve got the right to snoop around,” I grumbled loud enough to be heard. I drew in a deep calming breath. It wouldn’t do any good to let Zaphara get to me and let my anger call to the wolf. She wasn’t worth it.
Zaphara lifted her index finger, pointing toward the floorboard, and made a small circle in the air, suggesting I turn my gaze back to the road. I was really, really beginning to dislike her.
I heard a CD sliding out of its little plastic holder, then Zaphara was suddenly hovering between Lenorre and me. She tried to push the CD into the player, but since there was already one in it, it wouldn’t go in.
“That’s it!” I slammed my foot on the brake. The last stop sign before I would make a left turn and take the on-ramp to the highway was a good twenty feet away. Lenorre flung a hand out, bracing herself against the dash as the car skidded to a halt. Zaphara, having nothing to hold on to, flung a hand out to grab the corner of my seat, but most of her upper body was flung forward between the seats against the dashboard. I hoped her ass landed on the gearshift.
“You need to fucking sit back and shut the fuck up,” I said, a bass
I heard soft footfalls to my left and glanced toward the dining room door as Zaphara entered. Her long dark hair was still pulled away from her face, falling in a tight braid down her back. She wore a long trench coat. When she moved the light hit the coat, igniting the iridescent colors in the black vinyl.
“Ready?” Zaphara looked at me.
“For?”
“I was talking to Lenorre.”
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t look at me,” I said, stifling a growl.
“Yes,” Lenorre said, “give us a moment.”
Lenorre explained that she needed to drop by The Two Points and that she wanted me with her.
I glared at Zaphara. “Please tell me she’s not going with us?”
“She is.”
“I would rather Rosalin go with us than Zaphara.” The way I said her name wasn’t exactly friendly, but then again, I was beginning to dislike Zaphara. Why bother hiding it?
“Rosalin does not inspire fear in others,” Lenorre said.
“Thanks,” Rosalin said. “That makes me feel really good about myself.”
I touched her arm, briefly. “If it’s any consolation, I really do prefer your company over hers.”
I glared at Zaphara again. She laughed.
Yeah, this was going to be fun. Not.
Lenorre said my name to get my attention.
“Fine,” I said, “but I’m driving.”
Lenorre sat in the passenger seat next to me. No way in hell would I let Zaphara sit there. It was bad enough she’d chosen the seat behind mine. Every time I checked the rearview mirror, her mouth quirked in a devilish smile. Why we couldn’t just strap her to the hood of the car like a prized deer was beyond me.
“Zaphara, your head is in my way.” I tried to keep the irritation out of my tone, but a little of it slipped through. She chuckled. A second later I heard the sounds of her moving across the seat, into the one behind Lenorre. I hadn’t argued with Zaphara when she’d decided not to wear a seat belt. Lenorre put hers on without questioning, probably because she knew I wouldn’t start the car until she did. Zaphara could handle her own if we got into a wreck and she flew out the front window. Mean, maybe, but the thought amused me.
Lenorre was unnervingly quiet, though I heard Zaphara messing with something in the backseat. I tossed a glance over my shoulder to find she was going through my CDs in their black binder.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I turned my gaze back to the road. We were almost to the highway.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Fine. Why are you going through my CDs? Is that better?”
“Much better.” I glanced back to see she was still flipping through the pages with CDs in them, as if it was all so very interesting. “I was curious,” she said.
“Just because you’re curious doesn’t mean you’ve got the right to snoop around,” I grumbled loud enough to be heard. I drew in a deep calming breath. It wouldn’t do any good to let Zaphara get to me and let my anger call to the wolf. She wasn’t worth it.
Zaphara lifted her index finger, pointing toward the floorboard, and made a small circle in the air, suggesting I turn my gaze back to the road. I was really, really beginning to dislike her.
I heard a CD sliding out of its little plastic holder, then Zaphara was suddenly hovering between Lenorre and me. She tried to push the CD into the player, but since there was already one in it, it wouldn’t go in.
“That’s it!” I slammed my foot on the brake. The last stop sign before I would make a left turn and take the on-ramp to the highway was a good twenty feet away. Lenorre flung a hand out, bracing herself against the dash as the car skidded to a halt. Zaphara, having nothing to hold on to, flung a hand out to grab the corner of my seat, but most of her upper body was flung forward between the seats against the dashboard. I hoped her ass landed on the gearshift.
“You need to fucking sit back and shut the fuck up,” I said, a bass
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