by M. J. Scott
We fought about Smith.
We fought about Marco when I said I wanted him to be the one to try to relocate whatever it was that my father had stashed in my head. Dan flipped. I stood my ground. I trusted Marco. And I wasn’t letting anyone else—not even a Taskforce vamp, rummage around in my head. In fact, I was particularly keen for it not to be a Taskforce vamp. Because then they’d find out all the things I didn’t want Dan to know; about what happened to me and to Rhi.
Fighting about Marco brought us right back to our starting point and we fought about my blood debt.
“Christ, you won’t cut me a break at all,” I yelled as Dan started on another ‘you trust a vampire more than me’ rant. Really, living with an alpha wolf was a bitch. And I’m sure Dan thought the same about me.
“How can I cut you a break when you keep running to him for help?”
“I went to him to save your life.” I was so sick of this argument. I was never going to win.
“And now you want to go to him again.”
“He’s not going to do anything to me. I want him to help us.”
“Maybe you just want him period.”
That did it. I grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at Dan. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” He ducked but the plate smashed into the wall beside him and a chip flicked into his face, cutting it.
“Really?” He wiped his cheek. “Well, I guess you’d recognize stupid when you saw it.”
“Get out.” It was a scream. I couldn’t stand this anymore and if he didn’t leave then one of us was going to do something irreversible.
“Don’t worry, I’m going.”
Dan slammed out of the house, leaving me staring at the wall and the shards of china littering my floor as fury churned in my stomach.
I turned over and over in my head but I couldn’t see a way to resolve things. Dan wanted me to live my life his way and I wanted to live it mine.
All I could think was that there was one way I could reduce the number of things for us to fight about.
So I cleaned the floor carefully then headed for my bedroom.
* * *
Forty minutes later, I stepped through the door to Marco’s office, wearing a strapless top and my favorite jeans.
Marco looked up from his desk, started to smile then froze as I held up a hand and pulled the door shut.
“I thought you might be thirsty,” I said.
THE END
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In the meantime, check out M.J. Scott’s other books:
The Half-Light City series – Roc
Shadow Kin
Blood Kin
Iron Kin
Fire Kin
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About The Author
M.J Scott is an unrepentant bookworm. Luckily she grew up in a family that fed her a properly varied diet of books and these days is surrounded by people who are understanding of her story addiction. When not wrestling one of her own stories to the ground, she can generally be found reading someone else’s. She also writes contemporary romance as Melanie Scott.
