“I think I might like this guy,” Brazen chuckles out.
Yeah… think again.
Ty cracks a grin, and then he looks back down to me.
“So, I assume you need someone to take the edge off now that Hale’s out of the picture,” he smolders out.
“Okay, I like this guy a hell of a lot less now,” Brazen growls, and I stifle my grin.
“Whoa. Seriously? You two? A full blood?” Ty gasps.
“Yes. I was very much in love with Brazen, but we too broke things off.”
Ty’s grin returns, and Brazen’s arm drapes around me protectively as his eyes glare at Ty. His gun presses into my ribs, and I shift slightly as I look around at all the prominent faces.
“Are you a captain or anything?” I ask mildly.
“Me? Hell no,” he scoffs, and I look over to see Hale and Clay walking up with the same glaring look Brazen is exhibiting. “I’m still just a regular scientist. Why? You still hot for big titles because I can put in for a promotion.”
My secretive smirk rolls free as I lean into Brazen a little more.
“No. I just wanted to make sure I wouldn’t get into too much trouble,” I murmur deviously.
“Trouble for what?” he asks in bemusement.
Within a blink I draw Brazen’s gun and shoot both of Ty’s kneecaps. He screams as he falls to the ground, and the United all gasp in unison. I actually blow the barrel like an old western movie, and then I flick it around my finger before slipping it back into Brazen’s holster.
“What the fuck?” Ty wails out. “My damn knees.”
Hale doubles over, hands on knees, as his laughter roars out. Brazen is too astonished to show any emotion. Poor Clay looks like I’ve just made his life hell.
“Araya Crush,” Clay exasperates. “Really?”
“I told you I’d shoot him if I ever saw him again. Did you think I was kidding?”
“No. That’s why I sent Hale to intercept you. I should have warned Brazen as well, but I assumed he knew.”
“Knew what?” Brazen finally releases in a dumbfounded tone.
“Good fucking question. Why the hell did you shoot me? The last time I checked you left me for Hale, damn it,” he cries out.
“Stop whining and drink some damn blood,” I scold while tossing him a pack from the table behind me.
He guzzles it down, and the holes in his pants legs are the only proof of his sustained injuries.
“Feel better?” Hale laughs out as he walks over.
“So, so, so much better,” I snark.
“I repeat, you left me. Why did I get shot?” Ty beckons.
I roll my eyes, and then I start walking away to join the unhinged jaws of the other officials.
“Probably because you showed everyone naked pictures of her as a form of revenge. Be glad I’ve had a few years to calm down, otherwise you’d be missing a kneecap instead of healing,” Hale threatens.
“Oh yeah,” Ty murmurs as if he has actually forgotten. “Can we call it even now?”
“Hell no,” I snarl out while walking toward the liquor.
