He shook me, and despite it being one-handed, it made my teeth rattle. โIf anything like that ever happens again. You. Leave. Me. Behind. Do you understand?โ I would have argued, but I was feeling a little shocky for some reason. โIโm not good at abandoning people,โ I finally said. A front-desk person scurried over, first-aid kit in hand, but Pritkin snarled at the poor guy and he quickly backed up a step. โThen get good at it!โ He stomped off, limping, one shoulder hanging at an odd angle. โYouโre welcome,โ I murmured.
Karen ChanceMy body cheerfully informed me that he felt really good pressed against me like that, all hard muscles and smooth contours and ominous bulges. My body liked the air of barely leashed strength and caged mayhem he was giving off. My body thought he smelled really good, like heat and coffee and electricity. My body was going to get me killed.
Karen ChanceSo maybe it was just as well that my companion was more like Mulder. A coked-out Mulder with a lot of weapons, who knew that the monsters under the bed were real and would gut you.
Karen ChanceWhen good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette. But youโre not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?
Karen Chance