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My blood. Not the woman’s blood, which makes me hard. My blood which sharpens my mind.

I pull the edges of the material together and hold it over the wound. It stings, but I don’t think it’s as deep as the others.

I roll to my feet and gather my bag, shoving my knife and light into it. I should have followed the fence to the gap, but it’s too long, too long, too long…

“No,” I mutter, covering my ears until the looping words stop.

I will cut across the property, cross the pavement, then go through the field. It’s faster than following the fence, but not as safe.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.“

Nobody will see me this early. Nobody hears me when I cut the bars or dig the hole. Stay low and be quick, that’s the way. Quick. Quick. Quick.

When I get to my car and my gin, everything will be back under control. It’s my new medicine, giving me focus. Drowning out the voice. It will help me with my new project.

My new hunt.

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Nita watched her former boss, Kensley, laugh at some lame joke her husband, Ellis, made. They sat on the other side of the meeting table, facing each other, oblivious to her presence.

She could have just done the practice test at home and dropped it off, but the hour of Kensley’s time to go over her answers was invaluable. The trade off was watching the two lawyers coo over each other.

She cleared her throat, but the couple continued to murmur to each other.

Nita waited, staring beyond them to the drizzly Seattle morning. Over the water of the sound, right at the horizon line, the sky was cobalt blue. Exactly like the color her black hair shone in the right light. But stretching above that were black clouds that spat out intermittent rain.

It was the kind of morning that made Nita glad she didn’t have a job like most people. Thousands of robots, trapped in their cars on the highway, fighting their way into the city from suburbia. They’d be relieved it was Friday, living for those two cherished days off ahead of their dismal last workday of the week.

Not her, though. This was a day off for her. And this early time in Kensley’s office, Nita’s old office, was her mentoring time. Which was why this extended gooey shit the two of them were doing was getting irritating.

Kensley and Ellis were both successful lawyers, and frankly, people Nita looked up to. But when they were around each other, it got a little sickening. Like now.

“And how’s my baby, baby?” Ellis crooned, leaning to voice this against Kensley’s baby bump.

Good Lord,Nita thought. Even the Harlequin Channel would throw up watching these two.

“Why don’t I come back later?” Nita suggested in an obnoxiously loud voice. She reached for the stapled papers Kensley had been marking and waved at them.

They just smiled at her and went back to their cooing.

“He moved!” Kensley gasped, then “Awwwd” and stroked a hand through Ellis’s hair.

“Gllaaawwww,” Nita gagged, unable to take it anymore. “Don’t you both have law practices to run?”

Kensley looked at her, then leaned back in her seat.

“She’s right. I need to grade her test, convince her to become a partner, and then meet with that woman I told you about,” Kensley said to him, giving him a sappy smile when he stood up.

“The wrong egg case?” Ellis asked.

“The wrong egg case,” Kensley affirmed.

What the what?Nita thought, waiting for them to go on. When they didn’t, she bit her lip. Damn them, if they wouldn’t tell her.

“Wrong egg case?” Nita blurted after staying silent for a full minute, unable to help herself.

“You’d know all about it if you were back here instead of at Cavendish,” Kensley teased, looking at her smugly.

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