Broken
AUTHOR: Trace
*Disclaimer and all the other schtuff in the Prologue.
Chapter Three:
Jean-Claude moved in a blur, batting the gun
out of Jordan's hand like it
was nothing.
"Are you alright,ma petite?" he
asked quietly.
I could feel his anger like a warm hand in the
pit of my stomach.
Jordan was shaking. I was betting Jean-Claude's
voice felt like it was
slicing him up. Good.
"I will be," I answered him.
"You are bleeding," he said, his
voice accusatory.
I shrugged. "I'll live. He, on the other
hand, is going to beg me to give
him to the police."
Jean-Claude raised an eyebrow at me. "What
are you going to do,Anita?"
"I'd let Raina play, but there wouldn't
be enough left over to scrape up
with a spatula," I said, glaring at Jordan.
He flinched as if I'd hit him. Good to know
something scared him. "The
rumors are true?"
"Which ones?" I asked.
"That you're the wolf and leopard Queen,"
Jordan said, acting like he
didn't care that Jean-Claude was less than three feet from him.
"Amoung other things," I told him,
milking the implication for all it was
worth.
"What other things?" he asked, a
slight tremble to his voice.
"Executioner, Necromancer, Munin, Human
Servant, Lupa, Namir-Ra," I said,
letting my eyes go still and dead.
Jordan blinked, looking at my eyes. He was one
of the few humans would
truly understand what I was showing him. That I didn't care if he
lived or
died,and I didn't care if it was quick and clean or slow and
messy.