For those of you who are familiar with my current work in progress, you may notice a different dynamic between these two characters. That is because it is set in an earlier place along the timeline. Another book to add to the pile of unfinished garbage I suppose. Anyway, enjoy?
A scowl tainted Declan’s expression as he opened the door to his flat, the unexpected, expected intruder waiting for him inside.
“What did you get into now?” Declan griped at the armored figure sitting frozen in his chair.
“I have. Your pointy squish-squish,” Nara replied, addressing the little furry creature sitting on her.
“For the last time, that is a cat.” Declan pinched the bridge of his nose. “And I really don’t have the patience for your shit right now.”
“I don’t….understand it.” Nara ignored the doctor’s pleas, tilting her head in bemusement. “So tiny, but hunter?”
“Are you high and drunk again, or just high?” he sighed, grabbing tools from a cabinet nearby.