Can a sassy witch and a cocky wolf-shifter play nice?
I'm not someone who gets pissed off easily, but when the guy I just saved from being demon kill gives me attitude instead of gratitude, I get pissed. Wolfy is rude and ungrateful, and I don't like him.
Pardon me. Let me introduce myself. The name's Lucy, and I happen to be a witch. The guy I'm pissed at happens to be a wolf-shifter. And it turns out he's pissed because he needed one of the demons I killed alive to question.
How was I supposed to know that, though? He looked like he was screwed. I thought I was helping him. He doesn't need to be such a jerk.
Since I don't like wasting my time on jerks, I don't stick around and trade barbs with wolfy. I leave him in my dust.
I don't expect I'll see him again, at least not anytime soon, but fate has other plans.
Guess who comes to my rescue when a couple of demons ambush me? Yeah, you guessed it. Wolfy.
Unlike when I thought I was saving him, he actually saved me. If he hadn't shown up when he did, I wouldn't be here.
The funny thing about near-death experiences - they put things in perspective.
