Alternate Ending to Raven Cursed.
A night later than I planned, I was tooling down the mountain on Fang, heading toward Charlotte to pick up Bitsa and take a nice little vacation. Alone. I had hit I-85, and even after midnight, the traffic was heavy, big-rigs jockeying for position with buses, delivery trucks, family cars, and late-night commuters. Just outside of Spartanburg, I pulled over to an all night Mickie-Ds for supper, and parked. Unhelmeted. And stopped. Frozen.
Stopped. Not cold, Beast said.
A limo pulled into the parking lot and up in front of me. The window came down with the smooth motion of uber-expensive electronics. A hand appeared in the opening and a finger waved me closer. Leo’s finger. I looked down at the pocket holding the official phone. Dang it.
I sighed, slung a long leg off, and walked over. Leaned down, bracing my arms on the window opening, and looked in. “Hiya Leo. Grégoire. Bruiser. B-twins. I was trying to lose you boys, get in a little me-time, on a beach. Some place private, where a cabana boy will bring me drinks and massage oil all over me while I snooze in the sun.”
Leo leaned close. “An unknown Master of the City attacked us in a place where humans were injured. An attack where humans gained more knowledge of us, of who and what we are. I require your assistance. And I have blood-servants who will gladly massage oil into your body.”
Without intent, I looked at Bruiser. A small smile raised one corner of his lips. Something lightened inside me, and I shook my head. Not disagreeing, but in disbelief of myself. Surely I was not going to work for the bloodsuckers. Not again. But yeah. I was. Again.