She may have sorceress blood, but she couldn’t hunt my kind if she tried. She’d be lucky if she could take down a skaddler.
I can’t let her out of my sight.
If I do, who knows when the next one will strike.
Enemies. Monsters. Enemies who happen tobemonsters. She’s in danger everywhere she turns.
What am I gonna do with her?
I glance over at where she sits at her kitchen table, hunched over her glowing phone. She’s been staring at that thing for a good half hour, watching videos of the fight.
At least the last of the glass is gone. Her skin is clean and bandaged about as well as it can be.Damn humans. They take so long to heal.
And I used so much energy just saving her.
But, hey. Her apartment is full of food. And she’s cute.
Wait—what?
I shake my head, rummaging through her cabinets for more strange, crunchy things I’ve never had before.
I don’t actually care about her.
It’s just the stupid magical bond making me feel all sorts of things. Because I’d never feel that way about a human.
And definitely not a weak little one like her.
You
You groan, staring down at MeTube.
Random Internet Commenter:dude that’s totally fake, my mom could do better CG than that
Another Random Commenter:Bruhh i know right? idk what kind of publicity stunt this is, but it’s so cheesy. Is this forthe new Marble movie???
And Yet Another:Hey my aunt lives down the street and she saw the whole thing from her window and it’s totally real! I’m serious! It really happened!
If only everybody thought it was a publicity stunt for a new movie. Then you could relax.
Instead, you’re going to have to avoid social media for a while. If only you could avoid real life.
What are the chances someone will recognize you from the video of a glowing man flying through the air while carrying a screaming lady in a little black dress?
Maybe you’ll take that dress out of rotation for a bit, just in case.
You start to set your phone down, but before you can click it off, a new message appears.
Corrine:Hey, sorry. I heard your date had to cancel.
Corrine:Don’t worry, I’m sure he wasn’t worth it, anyway. We’ll get you a better one.
You stare at it.
What?
So Vincentius was never supposed to be your blind date in the first place. That must mean he tracked you down and figured out a way to prevent the real guy from showing, all to lure Hot Book Guy out.
“Just how many enemies do you have?” You ask Hot Book Guy where he leans against your kitchen counter, tipping the last of a bag of potato chips into his mouth.
