Page 87 of Fangs for the Memories
“Will you lotshut up!” Lucy enters the fray, bellowing at the top of her lungs.
Impressively, it works.
Even more impressively, she has back-up.
In the form of everyone. Lydia strolls in first, sizing up Dominik, the two wolves, and Ferenc before dumping a bag on the countertop.
“Is that bacon?” she asks, swiping a rasher from Lazlo’s plate.
“Are these real werewolves?” Kezia asks, hugging her coat around herself.
“Because werewolves aren’t real?” Sophia asks, her sharp eyes taking in me in Ferenc’s arms.
“I told you monsters were real,” Eliza says emphatically, also placing a bag on the counter, only for it to spill out three bars of chocolate.
Ferenc looks at me, his brow furrowed and a muscle in his jaw ticking.
“These are my friends,” I say. “They’re here to help, I hope.”
“Is this one avampire?” Kezia is now inspecting Dominik, poking him in the chest.
He rocks back on his feet slightly at the pressure.
“Yes, Dominik is a vampire.” Lucy swats her hand away from Dominik.
“You’ve got a bit of company coming,” Lydia says languidly, chewing on her bacon. “No doubt due to Mr. Escape Artist here.”
“They were lucky I stayed as long as I did,” Ferenc growls.
“Clearly, you didn’t bother to heed anything I said,” Dominik rasps.
“I heard you,vampire,” Ferenc snarls. “But something called theMonster Forcecame for me, and I decided it was no longer a place I wanted to reside.”
“Fuck,” Kezia and Lucy say at the same time.
“Did you say Monster Force?” Lucy gets out quicker than Kezia.
“Yes,” Ferenc intones.
“Damn fucking arseholes,” Lucy swears wildly.
I notice Dominik gazing at her, possibly because he’s never heard this sort of language from someone who always looks so prim and proper.
“Who are the Monster Force?” Kezia asks.
“They’re an idiotic branch of the police, set up in the wake of the monster act. They have secret powers, and they are about as useful as a chocolate teapot.”
“Then we should be able to hold them off,” Sophia says, a kitchen knife in her hand.
“Woah,” Kezia says. “Okay, Miss Angry 1998, let’s dial it back a notch. This bunch are coming for the monsters, not us.”
“No one tries to hurt my friend,” Sophia says fiercely. “Or anyone who makes her happy.”
She glares at Ferenc and he nods sagely.
“Your friends are good friends,” he says as his wolves inch away from Dominik to join us at the far end of the kitchen.
“Something like that,” I reply. “And now you have to let me go because I’m going to throw up.”
