sneak peek at upcoming wayhaven month gloriousness?
from Day 9: Fight (paging @ejunkiet as well, seeing that the Mirror Man hopped out of left field and wanted in on the month’s festivities!)
A verbal fight...she hated them. She disliked confrontation and she always had a habit of crying whenever she was emotional. It didn’t matter what emotion it was either, and even as a child it had irritated her that she would cry whenever she was absolutely enraged.
Very much like she was at the moment. “I am trying to be helpful,” she said between gritted teeth, the telltale prickle of tears burning at the corners of her eyes.
“And yet it seems as if that’s the opposite of what you’re being,” Falk replied, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. He towered over her and she cursed him for trying to use his height to intimidate her. She’d faced monsters far worse than he back home, he was welcome to try.
“Look, I don’t know what stick you’ve got jammed up your ass sideways, but apparently it has thorns. Even though you didn’t sign a treaty with the Agency, we want to keep an open line of communication between us and your people.”
“Why? So you can spy on us?”
“So if something happens, we can help!”
He sneered. “Like you helped with Sanja?”
She took a step backward. “That was another agency unit. From my understanding of the mission briefing notes, Unit Bravo did the best that they could to save her.”
There was a flash of emotion over Falk’s face and the sickly taste of grief hit the back of her tongue, mingling with the hot, ashy sensation of anger. She tried to take a breath, her hand unconsciously fiddling with the power dampening bracelet on her wrist. As a succubus, she fed primarily off of sexual energies, but she also picked up on any heavily charged emotion. It was why she preferred her solitude or at most, the company of Unit Charlie.
