“I don’t get hungover. Even if I drink enough, my shifter blood takes care of it.”
“I’m sorry, are you actually complaining aboutnotgetting hangovers?”
“Closest I’ve come is Fae wine.”
My stomach revolts. “Oh God, please don’t talk about more alcohol.”
“You’re like a little hissy kitten. If you had a tail, it’d be all puffed up right now.”
“Excuse you, I’d be a black cat with amagnificenttail and you know it.”
He puts his hands up, all innocent. “Maybe after a nap and two rounds of IV fluids.”
I narrow my eyes and petulantly grab a strip of bacon.
Fuck, it’s?—
“Purrrr-fect,” I deadpan, and he shakes his head, shoveling food into his mouth now that I’ve finally taken a bite.
“So. What do you want to do today?” he asks through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
“Go back?—”
“You can’t say ‘to sleep’.”
“To thelibrary. I was going to say thelibrary.”
“Yeah-huh, sure. What could you possibly have to do in the library? This is supposed to be a vacation.”
“Well I’ve never had a vacation, so…”
He rolls his eyes, and I manage to keep down a few more strips of bacon as we finish lunch. By the time we leave for the library I feel marginally more human.
“Why are you walking funny?”
Oh God.
“Just sore from training with Luther this week.” Which is not… technically a lie. He grumbles. Except it sounds more like a shovel being dragged across asphalt than any sound a normal human would make.
“What?”
“He shouldn’t be going at you so hard.”
“I mean, he’s not like, hurting me. He’s just a dick.”
“He’s a giant dick.”
“I’m 5’3”. Everyone’s a giant to me—case in point,” I gesture to him.
“I’mnot the one beating the shit out of you every week.”
“I mean, it’s not the worst I’ve had to deal with.” He gives me a baleful look as we walk through the massive library doors to our—his. His spot. “Wait—didn’t you say you were a bouncer?”
“So?” he raises his eyebrow as our steps echo through the empty stacks.
“Soooo do you know any dirty tricks you could teach me?”
“Tricks?”
