If this surgeon is still sniffing about Amanda once Dan is better, it will be the last thing he does."You're quiet," Finn remarks as we come to a halt in front of the vending machine, releasing my arm."Please tell me you're not working out how to kill the doctor and get away with it."I cast a casual glance at the machine. I'm not interested in crappy coffee or tea. My eyes widen when I see peppermint tea.Amanda could use one of them. Also, sleep. She appeared weary, with black bags under her eyes. Still lovely, but ready to go."I'm thinking," I say quietly.The second Amanda turns her back, she plans on tearing the good surgeon apart.Finn rummages in his pocket with his hand. "I repeat myself. Please don't tell me you're plotting the doctor's demise."I cast a peek across at him. He must have just realised that the only things we stopped to get before following the ambulance to the hospital were his clothing and vehicle keys. We weren't planning on getting cash for the vending m
"They're far too violent for you," he explained. "Bed. "Let's go, squirt." He'd discovered me after I'd snuck down the stairs to peer through the bannisters at the TV."But the men take too long to fall down and sometimes they grab the wrong place on their front, so they can't be dead." I let out a sigh.As he carried me back up to bed, he chuckled. "Waiting too long to fall, huh?" How long have you been looking?"I denied ever seeing anything. He snorted at my obvious deception, kissed the top of my head, put me into bed, and then told me a tale."You sound like you might be smiling, angel," Jade adds, restoring my attention to the present."Well, I'm not," I tell myself. "You're just hearing things."He sighs once more, brings me in closer, and inhales. "Fuck, angel, I thought we'd lost you today."They should have discovered my body in the attic.Darius lost his cool over little matters such as the white wine at dinner not being cold enough. He'd lash out at one of his packmates fo
Also, if you bite Dan already and someone asks you to fill up the release paperwork at the door, well.I mumble, "We might not get him out of the hospital before he shifts.""Regular individuals don't just heal themselves; he'll start healing himself. Finn adds, turning away from me, "If we stay, we expose ourselves in addition to him.If there was one rule in Fight Club, it would be that no one should be aware that shifters exist. The government would eliminate them all if people were aware of them and what they were capable of.When Darius informed me that certain disparities are so great that people would turn against you if they understood what they were, I felt like he was exaggerating. There is nothing you could do or say that would ever lead them to believe you are anything other than a threat that has to be eliminated.Until I recalled my school days following Mom's death and my transformation into the girl with the drunken father. I changed and evolved. Something to be mocked
AmandaTWO YEARS BACKEighteen.Even though it's a little quantity, it's significant,to me, at least.I feel a stinging rain lashing me as I shudder. I've never been able to figure out why it's essential in a location as sticky as the Stationers Diner because it soaks the front of my blue and white striped dress, which is so spotless.I might have the stamina to care about the criticism I'll receive for serving customers while dressing as though I just went for a dive if it weren't today. Today, though, is distinct. Special. Even though it is a typical Wednesday afternoon with the same murky blue sky overhead.I aim for a little puddle a few feet away as I fling the unlit cigarette I have in my palm, which is just as damp as my grayish-white tennis shoes. It comes close, but falls short. Again.Stupid dude.Instead, it is reunited with its drowned relatives from earlier periods of time.The one birthday present I've wanted since my mother closed her eyes when I was six years old and no
AmandaRIGHT NOWMy ass is the target of his attention as it moves back and forth across my back. Have her returned by tomorrow night.Darius's voice is just as icy as always. He never feels anything for me. I don't have any left for him, but that's okay. no longer.My long, dark hair, which is still wet, is pulled back from my face as I stand next to the white couch wearing my five-inch red stiletto heels and the fitted black dress he has given me. I didn't bother with any makeup other than a swipe of deep red lipstick.When she's going to die, what does a female need with mascara?Felix gracefully gets up from the couch. He sets his whisky down on the glass coffee table while maintaining eye contact with me. Ropey muscles bulge and contract beneath his white shirt as he stalks towards me.Because he is so attractive, most girls would take one glance at him and then spend the next month masturbating in public. She had honey-gold skin, dark eyes with hoods, a sly grin, and thick chest
AmandaWitnesses claimed to have previously seen the red Porsche. What else would she be doing there if she weren't usually in his lap while they were having sex?My eyelids are moving."You'd think the guy would remember to at least put the cruise control on or, you know, wait until he had her in a bed," the woman said.The sole reaction is a male snort.The hotdog and onion fragrance that comes with movement that is drifting towards me is potent enough to indicate that the individual had eaten recently. Perhaps he simply couldn't wait. My face is swept by a look. I want to turn away because it is so sharply piercing. I can't say that I blame him. I would fuck a girl like that six ways from Sunday if I had one.An amused voice remarks, "That's hardly the professionalism I'd expect from a cop."As if I didn't see you ogling her tits when she was out cold, I said, "She's out cold. What the hell were you taught at the Academy?Bradley, get out of here.I was so closely snuggled in this
My right side is suddenly stabbed by a scorching pain. I gasp and open my eyes. A rough bed, white walls, and white linens. Those are the first things I take notice of.The same doctor with red hair and chocolate eyes is hunched over me.He looks down at me expressionlessly for a few seconds before removing his hand from my ribcage and backing away. The question "Still tender?"I am silent throughout.My name is Dr. Trevor.When I quickly glance at the door, it is shut. I'm no longer trapped by the sheet that was holding me to the bed because it has been ripped back. Only the needle in the back of my hand would be a problem, and then I could get away.They've left. No need to worry about police presence till you feel better.It is later than it was earlier, as evidenced by the weak light that formed dark shadows around him. If the cop smelt like hotdogs and onions, it must have been the morning or perhaps noon. Which implies that I must have dozed off or passed off.My cracked, dry li
AMANDAWould you mind eating something other than hotdogs for lunch and supper, Bradley?I had just placed the white plastic dinner plate cover on the nightstand when the familiar voice causes me to shiver.The police.Shit.My eyes flit across to the platter that Nurse Amy had just placed in my lap.She had helped me get up earlier so I could use the loo, and as soon as my legs gave out beneath me, I realized I wouldn't be able to flee anytime soon. I would have been on the ground with no concept of how to get back up if she hadn't been there.So even though I don't have any leg injuries, a week of inactivity has made me feel as though I have.She not only assisted me in using the loo, but she also got rid of the beeping device. The police are going to see the beeping equipment is gone and they'll know my condition has altered enough for them to stay, even though I still have the morphine drip needle inserted in the back of my hand."They have ketchup on them, and everyone knows that