Page 20 of A Very Happy Thanksgiving
“Do you want to die?”
“Not really, not today anyway.”
“Then shut the fuck up.”
“I do love a nice bit of highly classified gossip.”
“I’m carrying three knives and two guns.”
“Only two guns? Slacker.”
“What do you expect me to do with the third one? Shoot bullets from my vagina like a hentai Bond girl?”
“Kegels are important.”
I was about to strangle Emmy Black with my bare hands when Priest made an appearance.
“How’s it going, ladies?”
Emmy smiled brightly. “Great.”
“Do we have any spare body bags?” I asked.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Emmy, leave it. Dusk has been under a lot of pressure lately.”
“Right, you mean the Marc thing.”
“She told you about that?”
“Practically.”
“Well, you need to keep it quiet. Dusk’s past relationship isn’t common knowledge, and we’d like to keep it that way.”
“A relationship? I figured it was a hookup.”
“They went to high school together.”
“Aw, that’s so cute.”
“Her teenage years weren’t the easiest.”
“I’m right here,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m part of this conversation. Stop dishing the dirt on my personal life.”
Jez appeared at my elbow. “What personal life?”
I rapidly calculated how many rounds of ammo I was carrying. Enough.
“Don’t you start.”
Emmy chuckled. “So, Dusk and Marc were high-school sweethearts. He dumped her, she never got over it, and now she’s sweeping in to play the hero.”
“No, she dumped him.”
“Shut up,” I growled, but everyone ignored me.
“Was she crazy?” Emmy asked Jez.
“Yes, and she still is. I think she’s also angling to shoot you, so you might want to bear that in mind.”
