Bite Me
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Saw it. Loved it. Already planned to move it into the new apartment.
Its not a mansion.
And youre not Novikov and Im not Blayne.
Blayne squealed again and charged back into the living room, slamming the doors behind her. Something rammed into the doors from the other side, nearly sending Blayne crashing to the floor.
Squirrel! she squealed.
What? Novikov asked.
Squirrel!
What did you do to them now?
I didnt do anything. They just attacked me!
Novikov rolled his eyes and began looking around his house again. Man, these badgers are sloppy. Well have to bring that cleaning service I like in to go over the place again before we can stay here. Another bang at the door and Novikov glared at Blayne. Would you stop fooling around with those squirrels?
Me? I didnt do anything!
You sure? You didnt try to pet one?
Her back still against the door, Blayne admitted, I just wanted to see if they were friendly.
Well . . . now you know theyre not.
Gwen looked at Lock. And I am seriously okay with not being them.
Livy walked into the room, and Gwen was happy to see her friend-in-derby, whom she privately called my personal battering ram looking healthy and surprisingly happy, considering.
Hey, Novikov greeted her, a real smile on his face.
Hey. She nodded at Novikov and then Lock. Livys way of saying thanks for saving my life without actually saying it.
Livy! Hey! Blayne cheered from her spot at the door, her body the only thing keeping the squirrels outside.
Livy studied Blayne. What are you doing?
Slight problem with a squirrel. Or squirrels. Probably squirrel s at this point.
Oh yeah. Livy walked up to Blayne, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her from the door. She snatched the doors open and hissed. Panicked squeals and chattering followed, and Livy closed the doors.
Sorry about that. My uncles got drunk the other night and kind of had a feeding frenzy out there with the squirrels and raccoons.
Horrified, Blayne demanded, Why would they do such a thing?
I wouldnt let them bring snakes here and they were hungry for something that would fight back.
Thanks, Novikov said. For not bringing snakes in here.
Youre welcome.
Really? Blayne asked her mate.
What do you want me to say? Go on, bring your snakes in? That sounds poorly planned, in my opinion.
Blaynedismissed her mate with a wave of both hands and suddenly walked toward Livy, arms opened wide. The badger immediately held her hand up, stopping Blayne in her tracks.
No, Livy told Blayne.
But
No. No hugging. You can say good to see you from there.
Oh, come
No. When Blayne stamped her foot in frustration, Livy offered, I can open those doors and let those squirrels right back in here.
Fine. But youre being kind of a bitch.
To be honest, Ive never been kind of a bitch. I just am.
Blayne glared at Gwen. And you can stop laughing.
I could . . . but I wont.
Dee-Ann sat at the kitchen island in the apartment she shared with her mate. And it was her mate who put a cup of coffee in front of her and said, Im worried about you.
Dont know why.
Ric sat down next to her. Because youre kind of . . . depressed. Ive never seen you depressed before. Its completely freaking me out.
I failed. Hate failure. Just another word for weakness.
How did you fail? If anything, it sounds like our bosses failed. Miserably.
You didnt see how your friends all looked at me. Like Id shot Kowalski myself. Ive never not been trusted before.
Dee-Ann.
She revised her statement. Ive never not been trusted before by those I wasnt actively trying to kill. Happy now?
Just trying to keep you honest.
The doorbell rang, and Ric kissed Dee-Ann on the forehead before walking out of the kitchen to answer.
Dee-Ann? Ric eventually called out.
What?
Ric came back into the kitchen. You have a visitor.
She looked up to see Barinov taking up the entire doorway.
Hey, Dee-Ann.
It wasnt me! she suddenly exploded, surprising everyone in the room, even herself. Id never put someone in that kind of danger. All right, maybe Blayne, but Kowalski aint ever annoyed me as much as that mutt
Dee-Ann. Dee-Ann! Barinov chuckled. Im sorry we bailed the way we did. At the time I was not comfortable trusting . . . anyone.
You trusted Novikov, she couldnt help reminding him. And Blayne.
Its a mutt thing.
Ric snorted, and when Dee glared at her mate, he quickly walked toward the refrigerator. Would you like something to drink, Vic? Orange juice? Honey soda?
Its not a mansion.
And youre not Novikov and Im not Blayne.
Blayne squealed again and charged back into the living room, slamming the doors behind her. Something rammed into the doors from the other side, nearly sending Blayne crashing to the floor.
Squirrel! she squealed.
What? Novikov asked.
Squirrel!
What did you do to them now?
I didnt do anything. They just attacked me!
Novikov rolled his eyes and began looking around his house again. Man, these badgers are sloppy. Well have to bring that cleaning service I like in to go over the place again before we can stay here. Another bang at the door and Novikov glared at Blayne. Would you stop fooling around with those squirrels?
Me? I didnt do anything!
You sure? You didnt try to pet one?
Her back still against the door, Blayne admitted, I just wanted to see if they were friendly.
Well . . . now you know theyre not.
Gwen looked at Lock. And I am seriously okay with not being them.
Livy walked into the room, and Gwen was happy to see her friend-in-derby, whom she privately called my personal battering ram looking healthy and surprisingly happy, considering.
Hey, Novikov greeted her, a real smile on his face.
Hey. She nodded at Novikov and then Lock. Livys way of saying thanks for saving my life without actually saying it.
Livy! Hey! Blayne cheered from her spot at the door, her body the only thing keeping the squirrels outside.
Livy studied Blayne. What are you doing?
Slight problem with a squirrel. Or squirrels. Probably squirrel s at this point.
Oh yeah. Livy walked up to Blayne, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her from the door. She snatched the doors open and hissed. Panicked squeals and chattering followed, and Livy closed the doors.
Sorry about that. My uncles got drunk the other night and kind of had a feeding frenzy out there with the squirrels and raccoons.
Horrified, Blayne demanded, Why would they do such a thing?
I wouldnt let them bring snakes here and they were hungry for something that would fight back.
Thanks, Novikov said. For not bringing snakes in here.
Youre welcome.
Really? Blayne asked her mate.
What do you want me to say? Go on, bring your snakes in? That sounds poorly planned, in my opinion.
Blaynedismissed her mate with a wave of both hands and suddenly walked toward Livy, arms opened wide. The badger immediately held her hand up, stopping Blayne in her tracks.
No, Livy told Blayne.
But
No. No hugging. You can say good to see you from there.
Oh, come
No. When Blayne stamped her foot in frustration, Livy offered, I can open those doors and let those squirrels right back in here.
Fine. But youre being kind of a bitch.
To be honest, Ive never been kind of a bitch. I just am.
Blayne glared at Gwen. And you can stop laughing.
I could . . . but I wont.
Dee-Ann sat at the kitchen island in the apartment she shared with her mate. And it was her mate who put a cup of coffee in front of her and said, Im worried about you.
Dont know why.
Ric sat down next to her. Because youre kind of . . . depressed. Ive never seen you depressed before. Its completely freaking me out.
I failed. Hate failure. Just another word for weakness.
How did you fail? If anything, it sounds like our bosses failed. Miserably.
You didnt see how your friends all looked at me. Like Id shot Kowalski myself. Ive never not been trusted before.
Dee-Ann.
She revised her statement. Ive never not been trusted before by those I wasnt actively trying to kill. Happy now?
Just trying to keep you honest.
The doorbell rang, and Ric kissed Dee-Ann on the forehead before walking out of the kitchen to answer.
Dee-Ann? Ric eventually called out.
What?
Ric came back into the kitchen. You have a visitor.
She looked up to see Barinov taking up the entire doorway.
Hey, Dee-Ann.
It wasnt me! she suddenly exploded, surprising everyone in the room, even herself. Id never put someone in that kind of danger. All right, maybe Blayne, but Kowalski aint ever annoyed me as much as that mutt
Dee-Ann. Dee-Ann! Barinov chuckled. Im sorry we bailed the way we did. At the time I was not comfortable trusting . . . anyone.
You trusted Novikov, she couldnt help reminding him. And Blayne.
Its a mutt thing.
Ric snorted, and when Dee glared at her mate, he quickly walked toward the refrigerator. Would you like something to drink, Vic? Orange juice? Honey soda?
