“My fucking savage didn’t think they were sexy enough, so I burned them while under the influence,” I grouse, and I hear Hale laughing.
“The ones she replaced them with are rather risqué, but she’s hybrid. She’s pulling it off.”
I roll my eyes while slouching down in the seat. The only thing missing from this outfit is a bold scarlet A.
“Let me talk to her,” Hale chuckles.
Clay smirks as he hands me the phone, and I fidget awkwardly in the leather ensemble far too sexy to be wearing in public. The brazier type top barely covers my breasts, and the low rise pants do absolutely nothing to offer any modesty. The leather is hot under the grueling temperatures today, and I’m glad I’m not as susceptible to the heat as the humans are.
“Hey,” I murmur into the phone, and I hear rather than see his smile.
“Hey back,” he flirts. “I wish I had let you ride with me now. We didn’t come across a single problem.”
I see Clay stifling his grin as we continue at his slow pace down the dirt ground. I roll my eyes at him before returning to the conversation.
“That’s good to hear. We made it through the full blood areas without pause, and if Clay wouldn’t drive like an old man, we’d be there sooner than thirty minutes,” I playfully add.
Clay narrows his eyes at me in mock anger, and I stifle a laugh as Hale lets his free.
“Are you saying you prefer my speed?” he sizzles out.
You always have perfect speed.
I just blush at the innuendo-laced remark, and then Clay finally lets a chuckle escape.
“So what’s it like out there?” I say to be a little less flirtatious.
“It’s different. They’re an all organic colony. Meaning, they only heal off of each other. That’s something to think about,” he smolders.
Fuck. That backfired.
Clay laughs harder, and I blush deeper while rolling my eyes again.
“How is Wendy fairing considering she’s marked for change?”
“She’s holding her own. They haven’t paid her very much attention, and she served her purpose. She drove the last four hours while I crashed. I was a little tired since someone kept me up for hours on end. I’m not complaining though.”
Damn it. He can turn anything into a flirting opportunity.
“Ha. Cute. Real cute,” I playfully scold, and he laughs louder until suddenly I hear gunshots in the background.
“Fuck,” I hear him growl, and suddenly the line goes dead.
Fear rattles through me as I look toward Clay with urgency and panic spreading through my eyes which have been falsified blue.
“We can be there in ten minutes,” he asserts as he floors it.
I rip my guns free from my back, and I load them as my hands rattle nervously.
“Do you think it’s a full blood colony or them?” I worry.
“It’s probably the full blood colony. There’s not usually any bloodshed, but I don’t want to take a chance. They usually unload some rounds, create some flesh wounds, and then they bicker for hours on end until one of them agrees to do something differently. Don’t worry,” he says with zero conviction.
“If I shouldn’t worry, then why are you?”
“For the same reason you’re worried. It’s Hale,” he sighs, and the car rattles against the ground as he shows the accelerator no mercy.
The compound comes into view, and the fireworks are still in action. It’s far more than a little dispute though. This is a raging battle, and there is plenty of bloodshed. The sun is threatening to come into full glow, and I can tell by the scent in the air these are full bloods going on a rampage.
