The Living and the Dead (Tyler G Book 3)

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seeming, breath.
    "I see. That's... Impressive.
I don't think I could have done that. Either side. Not when I was a Human, I
mean. That kid had to be tough as nails."
    Evan laughed.
    "That sounds right. Anyway,
what's the plan now? I'm a bit surprised that Miss Harris didn't show up."
He winced, but Felicia didn't glower at him for having said it.
    "I asked her not to. She
already knows Mr. Gartner. It made sense to spread the love around there."
    Calley grinned.
    "If I wasn't so tired right
now I'd call for an orgy so we could do that. I'm about to crash. We can plan
that out for a later date?"
    Instead of asking if she was
serious, or laughing at the obvious joke, Felicia smiled warmly and gave a nod.
    "That could be fun,
Ambassador Hale. Say next week? Wednesday night?"
    Ty sighed and shook his head with
mock sadness.
    "Damn. I have to work that
night. Are you sure you can't free up Friday?" He was kidding, but the
Vampire lady just nodded.
    "Also a good one for me. I
look forward to it. Is Evan invited as well? Or..." She seemed nervous,
but Calley glanced over at the male Vamp, as if considering it.
    "Naturally. We can have a
whole party, if you want? That's exciting. I should have thought of that
earlier, but I was worried, you know?" Moving to Tyler's left side, she
took his free hand.
    It was a companionable thing.
Closer in many ways than what she was saying, which while inclusive of him, was
also about almost everyone else in the world, too. That was her way. The Bat
way, to be honest about it. They all seemed to love sex. On a level that even a
Human teenage boy would think of as advanced. Extra horny on a level that was
rare, and probably special in its own way, if not exactly perfect for making
any one person feel loved.
    That one might have just been him
however.
    That he was being internally
whiny about things was kind of clear to him. In part it was the leg thing, and
the cave. Another portion of it had a lot to do with the idea that he hadn't
really picked his life.
    That revelation came as a shock
to him. Other people, mainly Greater Demons, had chosen it for him. Even ones
that he wasn't connected with and didn't know. Zack had set up the
Coalition, not him. Keeley had pushed him into moving, and even starting the
new embassy complex.
    The only Greater Demon that hadn't
really tried to control him overtly was The Technician. She'd just suggested he
start a notebook. That reminded him that he probably needed to keep that one
up. It was a good idea. That wasn't a huge thing though, and she'd never shown
up to call him on it, or insist he do anything for her in return. Honestly, he
kind of wondered if it had just been advice.
    Like what a person would give
some kid that was going off alone into the world like he had been. All those
weeks and months ago. If so, he should probably heed the idea. There was a lot
of data collected in that hand written book.
    Right now though, there was a
warm and small hand in his, which was nicer than not having one there, even if
the woman was kind of friendly with everyone. The relationship seemed a bit
forced now, even though Ty couldn't see where it had really come from. Maybe
that was just how things like that worked? You woke up one day, met a person,
and started dating her and another girl all at once. That sounded pretty normal
to him.
    The thing there was that he'd
been raised not to judge others that way, which meant that he was pretty
accepting of what anyone else wanted to do. Given that he'd had a Greater Demon
as a mother, that made more sense now. Growing up, he just hadn't thought about
it. Of course two men could marry, or six people could have sex
after smearing themselves with butter and sounded kind of fun. That was just
normal. That it really wasn't for most people suddenly hit him again.
    Worse, he couldn't recall why he
felt that way. There was no memory of him sitting in front of the television
while his mom instructed him on right and wrong. It had just

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