11. Petty

Petty.

I felt rather wild, and went ahead to fix the date at one of Mr. Winchester's fancy hotels, certain of the fact that he would find me there.

It took him all of fifteen minutes to drop in with a brunette and secure the nearest table to us.

Gary doesn't seem to notice that there's an angry lycan who looks seconds away from ripping his head off. I pretend not to notice too. If the woman notices that Mr. Winchester's attention is somewhere else, she does little to show it.

"What do you do?" I ask and take a drink from my glass. The coffee burns deep in my throat and I shut my eyes, relishing in the feel of it.

"I'm a lab scientist for the most part of it. I own an impressive lab downtown. I work in biogenetics."

Should I know what that means? Where I come from, *science* isn't important enough to be a subject in school. What does a race that doesn't get old or need medicine to heal need science for?

It's really that simple. The Goddess created all things, and she can unm