His little sister? Here?
…ah yeah, I forgot to comment on that.
Shit, she doesn’t happen to be Imp?
Either, it seems Brian has found out about Aisha’s awareness of his powered antics.
Alec was sitting cross-legged on a pile of furniture, a bowl of colorful cereal balanced on one knee. A long cut ran from just beneath his ear to his shoulder, beneath his shirt. He was watching a TV that was plugged into an extension cord that hung from the ceiling.
Howdy.
He’d turned my way at the barking of the dogs, and I almost missed him uttering the words, “You gotta be kidding.”
Honestly, this is an entirely fair response. Even if he didn’t have reason to be pissed at Taylor and surprised to see Lisa bringing her back to their place, everything about the way she left the hospital and didn’t come back to them over the next few weeks would’ve suggested to him that it was unlikely she’d never come back, yet here she is.
One of the dogs apparently recognized me, because it stopped at the gate and wagged its tail. A part of me took that as a good sign. Then Bitch appeared, immediately wheeling on me, water flying from her damp hair.
Ah, uh, hi there.
Let’s not have round two of 2.8, alright?
She’d probably just come from the shower – she wore loose fitting army pants and a black tank top that had darker spots where beads of water had soaked into it. A towel hung around her shoulders. As she saw me, emotion hardened the lines of her face. Her hands clenched as she strode toward me. I saw the aggression in her body language, squeezed my eyes shut and tried to relax. I remembered what Brian had said during our sparring, about how tensing up would only make you more vulnerable.
Taylor is entirely prepared for the fact that Rachel might attack her right now.
I’m not sure the others would be quite as inclined to help stop her this time.
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