Another Excerpt!

okay, so here be another bit of my book. Enjoy!


“So polite,” I said sarcastically.
“The best,” he replied, matching my tone with a smile.
“So Phyre,” I said, pacing the living room floor, “Any idea of what cut you? Cause you had a lot of cuts on you.”
“I don’t know,” he said with finality. I shrugged it off – when he remembered, he’d tell me.
“Any family?” I asked.
“What is this?” he snapped, “The Spanish Inquisition? Why are you asking me all these questions?”
“I work for the government,” I laughed evilly, “So be nice to me: I know where you live.”
“Really?” he asked. “Where?”
“A house, I presume. Give me a computer and I can give you details.”
“You’re nothing like the other personnel in the government I ever worked with it,” he admitted.
“That’s cause I’m half lycaon, half vampiyre, all badass,” I grinned.
Susan walked into the room. “He’s awake,” she stated when she saw him.
“Name’s Phyre, can’t remember what happened, and,” I smiled a little, “An obvious attitude.”
“Great, another one,” Susan sighed dramatically. “As if you weren’t enough.”
“I don’t care enough to resent that,” I laughed a little and gave her shoulder a little punch.
“Well, what do we do with him?” Susan asked.
“We could kill him,” I suggested in my most evil voice.
“I’m right here,” Phyre reminded me.
“Yeah, I know,” I shrugged.
“He could always join us?” Susan thought out loud.
“Fine by me,” I scoffed.
“Good,” a big grin spread on her face. “You can be his mentor. Hop to it.”
“WHAT?’ I shrieked. “I barely know my way around, and now I have to escort some flea bitten mongrel?”
“Hey!” Phyre exclaimed.
“No offense,” I apologized.
“True,” Susan admitted, “But you know enough.”
“No, I don’t!” I pointed out.
“You can help him figure out where his room is,” Susan said quickly.
I turned to Phyre, who was busy messing with his hair. “Good God Almighty,” I swore, “You stuck me with a freakin’ Barbie!”
“Who you callin’ Barbie?” Phyre asked.
“You,” I spat.
“Do I have to work with her?” Phyre asked Susan. “She might eat me in my sleep.”
“If you’re anywhere near me when I’m sleeping I will kill you slowly and painfully,” I snarled, sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs.
Susan laughed at the two of us. “Love is in the air,” she snickered, leaving the room.
“NO IT AIN’T!” I called after her. I glared at Phyre from my chair. He was an annoying jerk prettyboy who needed to go on eBay and buy a life.
He glanced over and saw me glaring at him. “You are an interesting person, you know that?” he said absentmindedly.
“Oh?” I said darkly.
“I’m going to love getting to know you more, and more,” he said, giving me a sly grin. I walked over to him and gave him a good punch in the arm. “What was that for?” he whined.
“A, because you made and inappropriate remark and I have the right to beat the holy snot out of you,” I listed, “And B, I thought that you really deserved it.”
“Those are almost the same reasons,” he pointed out.
“So?” I shrugged. “I like to think of myself as an opportunist.”


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