It was five minutes of screaming, slamming myself against the door, and stamping my feet-and a minute of contemplating the cold, horrible idea that I might have to leave the room to find anyone, and maybe this had been their plan all along, and Oh God, Oh God-before I heard Dr. Elpinoy's nervous voice.
Lia HabelI’d never had the chance to experiment before, but it seemed that irrational screaming was enough to make most people scram. Whodathunk?
Lia HabelMarked.” My face was on fire, my limbs shaking. “All of you. I will take all of you out with my own bare hands!”
There was laughter building in Bram’s voice as he responded. “As cute as I’m sure that would be, your attempt…if we thought the people who might try to trace that chip could make you absolutely, one hundred percent safe, I would carry you to them and hand you over myself.”
I gingerly rested my fingertips against my forehead, breathing deeply, trying to calm myself down.
“There are some very bad men out to get you, Miss Dearly.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“By the way, you have quite the vocabulary, for a princess.” He still sounded amused.
This statement was random enough to get my attention. “Princess?” I asked, confused.
“You know, a princess. A New Victorian girl.”
My lips parted to fire off another question before it clicked. “You’re a Punk.”
“Born and bred.”
“Fantastic.
If you’re going to need me, even if it’s just to yell at, I’m going to stay right here.”
“No, I want to take a shower. I’m not about to if you stay out there.”
“Excuse me, but-huh? Then there will be two doors between you and me.”
Some of the blood stayed in my cheeks as I found myself spluttering, “But you’ll know I’m taking a shower!”
“You just told me you were going to!
She tried to compose herself then, with several deep breaths. I gave her as long as she needed, all the while mentally designing my tombstone. R.I.P, Captain Abraham R. Griswold. He was completely useless and made girls cry.
Lia HabelI felt like crawling off and finding a way to kick myself in the rear. One twist of the leg, might not be too hard.
Lia HabelNow, feel free to call me what I am-call me a corpse, call me dead, call me a killer if you want. I've killed people in battle, I'll admit. But don't call me what I'm not. I am not a freak, and I am not a cannibal, and-"
I would have adeed, I'm not a monster, if it hadn't at that moment hit me that I was going all self-righteous on a girl whose world I had just turned upside down.
Smooth, Bram. When will you learn to shut up?
You're...very resilient, for someone who's dead." Her voice was a little steadier.
"And I think you're far stronger than any of us were prepared to give you credit for." I kept shooting my mouth off like an idiot, telling her things I'd been ordered not to, and she kept going with it. I was impressed, honestly.
Those were the most tortuous two months of my short and uninteresting life.
Lia HabelThat would have been the end of it, book Z in the series, nothing left to do but mourn, or curse her into the afterlife.
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