Beast Behaving Badly
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Bo snarled at his uncle while Blayne pressed her mouth against his shoulder and giggled.
Dressed in one of his old Marine T-shirts and sweatpants, Grigori marched into the room. So what are we planning for today? Anything interesting?
Not anymore, Bo muttered, earning himself a slap to the side of the head. Ow.
Grigori leaned in, scowling right into Blaynes face. She only giggled more.
And what are you planning, Daddys Girl?
Running, sir!
Running? You know what runs, Daddys Girl?
Is the bellowing really necessary? Bo complained.
Ignoring Bo, Blayne answered, Dainty little princesses, sir?
Exactly! Dainty, pretty, little princesses. Just like you!
Bo rolled his eyes. This was just painful.
What about you, boy? Cause you cant just sit around all day, doin nothin.
When have I ever sat around, doing nothing?
Blayne jumped off the bed. Im getting in the shower.
Youre showering before you go running? Bo asked.
You want me to run while unclean?
Why did he ask these questions?
Blayne cheered, Wahoo! Running! and cartwheeled out of the room.
Grigori smirked at him. Youre letting her wear one of your precious jerseys?
Why are you still standing here?
His uncle leaned back, peering out into the hallway. I need you to come to town with me, he muttered.
Youre not on my schedule.
His uncle scowled. Im not what now?
I wrote out a schedule. Youre not on it.
Uh-huh. Can you fit me on the schedule?
Bo grabbed the notepad off his night table and looked it over. Well, lets see, maybe I could move
Grigori snatched the pad from him and tore it up, throwing the tiny pieces at Bos head.
Bo stared at him. You dont think I made a copy?
Get dressed, his uncle spit out between clenched teeth.
I have to shower first, and Blaynes using the only one that works.
Cant you just take a bath?
I dont have a duckie. How can I take a bath without a duckie?
Its like you want me to beat you. Its like youre begging me, too. And what happened to my goddamn coffee table?
That was Blayne. Blayne did it.
Hands on his hips, his uncle glared at him. Youre blaming your girlfriend for that mess in my living room?
It wasnt until his uncle said itthat Bo realized that Blayne was his girlfriendeven if she didnt know it yet. He grinned and happily answered, Yeah. I am blaming my girlfriend. My girlfriend Blayne.
They heard the panting behind them and together watched Bos shifted girlfriend Blayne turn in circles trying to catch her tail. She didnt seem to be in any rush to stop.
How long can she keep that up?
My girlfriend Blayne?
Youre going to keep calling her that now, arent you?
Yeah, actually, I am. Just to annoy you. As we know my whole goal in life is to annoy you. Bo motioned to the hallway. Shes still going.
Twenty bucks she throws up.
Bo felt confident in his girlfriend Blayne. Youre on.
It had been a gut feeling that sent her back to the States. That feeling she sometimes got when she knew something was really off. Thats what had hit when shed been sitting in that Thailand bar planning to roll a couple of worthless and rich full-human Aussie males who kept yelling at her slowly because they were sure she couldnt speak English. Why the yelling, she didnt know, and how saying something slowly would help if she really didnt speak English was another way down Lack of Logic Lane, but in the end it hadnt mattered.
Sami had walked away from some easy moneydragging Sander behind herbecause she knew something was wrong. And now that she was standing in the middle of Bos Manhattan apartment, staring down a She-wolf whod been caught going through his shit, she knew shed been right.
Sander walked into Bos office, his nose in the air. I scent She-bitch, he announced. Oh, he said when he caught sight of the She-wolf. Guess thats you.
Is there a reason youre in our friends apartment? Sami asked. Or are you just stealing?
Because thats our job, Sander added, not really helping.
The She-wolf didnt respond, cold amber eyes sizing up both Sami and Sander.
The one thing foxes prided themselves on was being able to spot trouble. Not merely by scent but by a general sense of preservation. Extremely necessary when the smallest of the predators and nearly every breed and species didnt trust you. The only species more loathed than foxes? Hyenas, which was kind of depressing when Sami thought about it too much. Because hyenas were just creepy.
And now that Sami had checked out this She-wolf, she knew that not only was Bo in trouble, he had trouble searching his apartment. This female would kill them and have them in a shallow grave before lunchtime. Actually, shed probably work up a little appetite for lunch.
Dressed in one of his old Marine T-shirts and sweatpants, Grigori marched into the room. So what are we planning for today? Anything interesting?
Not anymore, Bo muttered, earning himself a slap to the side of the head. Ow.
Grigori leaned in, scowling right into Blaynes face. She only giggled more.
And what are you planning, Daddys Girl?
Running, sir!
Running? You know what runs, Daddys Girl?
Is the bellowing really necessary? Bo complained.
Ignoring Bo, Blayne answered, Dainty little princesses, sir?
Exactly! Dainty, pretty, little princesses. Just like you!
Bo rolled his eyes. This was just painful.
What about you, boy? Cause you cant just sit around all day, doin nothin.
When have I ever sat around, doing nothing?
Blayne jumped off the bed. Im getting in the shower.
Youre showering before you go running? Bo asked.
You want me to run while unclean?
Why did he ask these questions?
Blayne cheered, Wahoo! Running! and cartwheeled out of the room.
Grigori smirked at him. Youre letting her wear one of your precious jerseys?
Why are you still standing here?
His uncle leaned back, peering out into the hallway. I need you to come to town with me, he muttered.
Youre not on my schedule.
His uncle scowled. Im not what now?
I wrote out a schedule. Youre not on it.
Uh-huh. Can you fit me on the schedule?
Bo grabbed the notepad off his night table and looked it over. Well, lets see, maybe I could move
Grigori snatched the pad from him and tore it up, throwing the tiny pieces at Bos head.
Bo stared at him. You dont think I made a copy?
Get dressed, his uncle spit out between clenched teeth.
I have to shower first, and Blaynes using the only one that works.
Cant you just take a bath?
I dont have a duckie. How can I take a bath without a duckie?
Its like you want me to beat you. Its like youre begging me, too. And what happened to my goddamn coffee table?
That was Blayne. Blayne did it.
Hands on his hips, his uncle glared at him. Youre blaming your girlfriend for that mess in my living room?
It wasnt until his uncle said itthat Bo realized that Blayne was his girlfriendeven if she didnt know it yet. He grinned and happily answered, Yeah. I am blaming my girlfriend. My girlfriend Blayne.
They heard the panting behind them and together watched Bos shifted girlfriend Blayne turn in circles trying to catch her tail. She didnt seem to be in any rush to stop.
How long can she keep that up?
My girlfriend Blayne?
Youre going to keep calling her that now, arent you?
Yeah, actually, I am. Just to annoy you. As we know my whole goal in life is to annoy you. Bo motioned to the hallway. Shes still going.
Twenty bucks she throws up.
Bo felt confident in his girlfriend Blayne. Youre on.
It had been a gut feeling that sent her back to the States. That feeling she sometimes got when she knew something was really off. Thats what had hit when shed been sitting in that Thailand bar planning to roll a couple of worthless and rich full-human Aussie males who kept yelling at her slowly because they were sure she couldnt speak English. Why the yelling, she didnt know, and how saying something slowly would help if she really didnt speak English was another way down Lack of Logic Lane, but in the end it hadnt mattered.
Sami had walked away from some easy moneydragging Sander behind herbecause she knew something was wrong. And now that she was standing in the middle of Bos Manhattan apartment, staring down a She-wolf whod been caught going through his shit, she knew shed been right.
Sander walked into Bos office, his nose in the air. I scent She-bitch, he announced. Oh, he said when he caught sight of the She-wolf. Guess thats you.
Is there a reason youre in our friends apartment? Sami asked. Or are you just stealing?
Because thats our job, Sander added, not really helping.
The She-wolf didnt respond, cold amber eyes sizing up both Sami and Sander.
The one thing foxes prided themselves on was being able to spot trouble. Not merely by scent but by a general sense of preservation. Extremely necessary when the smallest of the predators and nearly every breed and species didnt trust you. The only species more loathed than foxes? Hyenas, which was kind of depressing when Sami thought about it too much. Because hyenas were just creepy.
And now that Sami had checked out this She-wolf, she knew that not only was Bo in trouble, he had trouble searching his apartment. This female would kill them and have them in a shallow grave before lunchtime. Actually, shed probably work up a little appetite for lunch.
