And hes staking his claim.
Over my. Dead. Fucking. Body.
And I cant die.
But I know one of his kind that recently did, and I know how. I hear theres a Hunter up there in the night sky that likes Unseelie royalty.
Soon Ill have the wings to find him.
My superpowers come back three blocks from Chesters. I know because Ive been trying to tap a finger in hyperspeed on my thigh the whole way back. Finally did it. I still havent managed to make only my eyes move like Ryodan but Ive been practicing and can get certain parts of my body to speed up for short amounts of time. Only problem is, the place where the part connects to my body gets a little sore, like I stressed out the muscles where the slow-mo and fast-mo parts are having a kind of what-the-feck-are-we-doing-here battle with each other.
But its not like I could sit in the Humvee with the dude, who would love to know sometimes Im helpless, and practice trying to freeze-frame my whole body. If he stopped sudden, I could go shooting straight through the windshield and then Id be all cut up for days on top of my usual bruises.
I look at him, irritated. Why are you never bruised? What is he? Like the exception to everything? And if so, where do I apply?
Participating and all that bunk, he says. In other words, I dont get to know because Im not in whatever his inner circle is. Fine. Dont want to be there anyway.
You got some kind of magic salve, dude? Because its only fair to share stuff like that.
He pulls up to the curb out front of Chesters. I hop out of the Humvee the second he parks and instantly start bouncing from foot to foot, sideways, in between steps forward, to make sure Im working right again. No way Id go inside Chesters with no superpowers. I whip out a candy bar, devour it then munch three more in quick succession, stockpiling energy. Arent we done for the night? What else have you got for me to do? I just spent an hour in an electrified sardine can with Ryodan, after losing my powers. He saturates confined spaces, like hes got ten peoples stuff crammed into his body. Hes pissed at me for not inspecting the scene before it blew. Im pissed at me, too, but it wasnt like I had any choice. Without superpowers, Im not getting anywhere near one of those scenes. It was a sucky drive. I want some time alone, or time with Dancer. He recharges me. Hanging with him is simple and pretty much perfect.
He doesnt answer me and I look at him. Hes staring up at the roof of a building across the street and hes got an amused, smug look on his face. I search the shadows of the roofline but I cant figure out what hes checking out. Theres nothing up there. Dude, you listening to me? Hello? Do you even know Im here?
Hecontinues looking at the roof like hes seeing something I cant see. Like that stupid drop of condensation Im still not sure I believe was there.
I always know youre there, Dani. I tasted your blood. I feel you all the time.
Okay, thats disturbing.
You mean like when Im around, I clarify for him.
How do you think I found you at your little boyfriends place.
You need to look at him harder if you think hes little.
And so breakable.
Stop talking about him. Hes none of your business. Just what are you saying? That you could find me, like, anywhere, anytime? Theres a right answer and wrong answer to that question.
Yes.
That was the wrong answer. I get so mad Im breathless. Bull. Liar.
He laughs and looks at me. Want to play hide and seek, little girl? He purrs it in a voice Ive never heard him use before, and he actually makes it a question.
His fangs are out.
Dude, you are one weird whatever you are. Im nearly at a loss for words.
He laughs again and I cant even stand to look at him so I charge off to the door in the ground that is the new entrance to Chesters.
He holds the door up for me. I sigh gustily as I descend the ladder. I hate Ryodan.
So Im walking across the dance floor, cutting a beeline straight for the stairs to head up to Ryodans office to do whatever it is he wants me to do, when I see her.
Shes moving across the main dance floor with Jericho Barrons behind her, and it looks like theyre heading for one of the subclubs, though I cant figure out why. Mac doesnt like it here any more than I do.
I freeze.
I hate seeing her. I hate not knowing whats going on in her life. I hate what Ive done. Cant change it, though, so no point in feeling it.
Ryodan slams into my back, knocking me forward into the crowd. Walk much? I say testily as I careen off of a hulking Rhino-boy that gnashes yellowed tusks at me.
As usual, he doesnt miss a trick. His gaze does that ocular-shiver thing all over my face. I thought you and Mac were friends.
We are friends, I lie.
Then go say hi.
Shit, I hate how much he notices. We might have had a tiny tiff.
Tiny, my ass.
Quit nosing into my business.
Learn not to wear it on your face, kid. Except in private, with me and no one else. You need some serious training. Telegraph like that, its only a matter of time before somebody hoists you on your own entrails.
Over my. Dead. Fucking. Body.
And I cant die.
But I know one of his kind that recently did, and I know how. I hear theres a Hunter up there in the night sky that likes Unseelie royalty.
Soon Ill have the wings to find him.
My superpowers come back three blocks from Chesters. I know because Ive been trying to tap a finger in hyperspeed on my thigh the whole way back. Finally did it. I still havent managed to make only my eyes move like Ryodan but Ive been practicing and can get certain parts of my body to speed up for short amounts of time. Only problem is, the place where the part connects to my body gets a little sore, like I stressed out the muscles where the slow-mo and fast-mo parts are having a kind of what-the-feck-are-we-doing-here battle with each other.
But its not like I could sit in the Humvee with the dude, who would love to know sometimes Im helpless, and practice trying to freeze-frame my whole body. If he stopped sudden, I could go shooting straight through the windshield and then Id be all cut up for days on top of my usual bruises.
I look at him, irritated. Why are you never bruised? What is he? Like the exception to everything? And if so, where do I apply?
Participating and all that bunk, he says. In other words, I dont get to know because Im not in whatever his inner circle is. Fine. Dont want to be there anyway.
You got some kind of magic salve, dude? Because its only fair to share stuff like that.
He pulls up to the curb out front of Chesters. I hop out of the Humvee the second he parks and instantly start bouncing from foot to foot, sideways, in between steps forward, to make sure Im working right again. No way Id go inside Chesters with no superpowers. I whip out a candy bar, devour it then munch three more in quick succession, stockpiling energy. Arent we done for the night? What else have you got for me to do? I just spent an hour in an electrified sardine can with Ryodan, after losing my powers. He saturates confined spaces, like hes got ten peoples stuff crammed into his body. Hes pissed at me for not inspecting the scene before it blew. Im pissed at me, too, but it wasnt like I had any choice. Without superpowers, Im not getting anywhere near one of those scenes. It was a sucky drive. I want some time alone, or time with Dancer. He recharges me. Hanging with him is simple and pretty much perfect.
He doesnt answer me and I look at him. Hes staring up at the roof of a building across the street and hes got an amused, smug look on his face. I search the shadows of the roofline but I cant figure out what hes checking out. Theres nothing up there. Dude, you listening to me? Hello? Do you even know Im here?
Hecontinues looking at the roof like hes seeing something I cant see. Like that stupid drop of condensation Im still not sure I believe was there.
I always know youre there, Dani. I tasted your blood. I feel you all the time.
Okay, thats disturbing.
You mean like when Im around, I clarify for him.
How do you think I found you at your little boyfriends place.
You need to look at him harder if you think hes little.
And so breakable.
Stop talking about him. Hes none of your business. Just what are you saying? That you could find me, like, anywhere, anytime? Theres a right answer and wrong answer to that question.
Yes.
That was the wrong answer. I get so mad Im breathless. Bull. Liar.
He laughs and looks at me. Want to play hide and seek, little girl? He purrs it in a voice Ive never heard him use before, and he actually makes it a question.
His fangs are out.
Dude, you are one weird whatever you are. Im nearly at a loss for words.
He laughs again and I cant even stand to look at him so I charge off to the door in the ground that is the new entrance to Chesters.
He holds the door up for me. I sigh gustily as I descend the ladder. I hate Ryodan.
So Im walking across the dance floor, cutting a beeline straight for the stairs to head up to Ryodans office to do whatever it is he wants me to do, when I see her.
Shes moving across the main dance floor with Jericho Barrons behind her, and it looks like theyre heading for one of the subclubs, though I cant figure out why. Mac doesnt like it here any more than I do.
I freeze.
I hate seeing her. I hate not knowing whats going on in her life. I hate what Ive done. Cant change it, though, so no point in feeling it.
Ryodan slams into my back, knocking me forward into the crowd. Walk much? I say testily as I careen off of a hulking Rhino-boy that gnashes yellowed tusks at me.
As usual, he doesnt miss a trick. His gaze does that ocular-shiver thing all over my face. I thought you and Mac were friends.
We are friends, I lie.
Then go say hi.
Shit, I hate how much he notices. We might have had a tiny tiff.
Tiny, my ass.
Quit nosing into my business.
Learn not to wear it on your face, kid. Except in private, with me and no one else. You need some serious training. Telegraph like that, its only a matter of time before somebody hoists you on your own entrails.
