Continued from My Brother and I (Part I).
Something about the shape-shifter’s nudity made me laugh. Her anger seemed less dangerous as I reached into my cape for another book. “Alright, that’s enough playing.” I tried to play off the fight as though I hadn’t been trying at all. I shifted my staff into the crook of my arm, held my book with my hand, and used my free hand to flip my hair from my face. “Are you attacking because you’re hungry?” I reached into my cape, book at the ready still, and tossed her a bagel.
Fuck, that hurt. Hiding pain wasn’t hard, but I didn’t like it. My arm felt like it was on fire, either from some side effect of her bite or perhaps it was simply my body taking the bite on a more positive note. I forced what I thought was a less shaky smile, and she stared at me like I was crazy. Read the rest of this entry »