Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 37
"You've reached Denton's message center," His best friend's voice said, "I'm not able to answer you at the moment, let me know why you--" "I've already told you six times already," Zikabar snarled at the phone. "Are you not picking up your...
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 36
Far as long as Damian could remember, he'd been confounded by how people can let their lives, and the things in them fall apart. It was simple enough to pick up after themselves, or remove the portions that no longer worked, be those objects or people....
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 35
I bit the pillow as the capybara pounded my ass. Fuck, the guy was thick, and energetic. He let out a yell that forced me to plaster my ears against my skull. And he was loud. He throbbed inside me, panted over me, pulled out and left. And he was...
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 34
Damian sat at the bar as everyone filed out of the room. "I'll have a scotch, neat." He felt the badger's eyes on him, but didn't turn. Denton's self-appointed bodyguard's paranoia was useful, but it didn't need any added stoking. "What do you make of...
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 33
Arnold took me aside while Adam led the others into the building. Tom glared, as was becoming his norm, but I convinced him to stand out of hearing range. "That guy is lying to you," Arnold hissed, leading me to a staircase. "He can't be my...
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 32
My claws dug into the armrest as the plane landed. "Feeling nervous?" the tiger seated opposite him asked, looking amused. "I don't like flying, okay? It doesn't matter how often I do it, I don't like it. If we were supposed to be in the air,...
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 31
Zikabar hurried down another corridor to yet another conference room, reaching it as the agent at the front began talking. Going over the now even dozen cardinal murders across eight countries. With her an overweight badger added details, his accent...
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 30
The space was bland, not even a room, simply a place for them to talk privately. The man before Damian was a deer with a regal demeanor. "We have removed six more of the cardinals," he said, "which brings our forces, through the men whose...
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 29
A small part wondered why the police wasn't chasing me as I sped and ran red lights through the city. The small part that contained all the emotions my fear and anger had compressed in a corner of my mind to make more space for themselves and all the...
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 28
"Anything?" I asked over the comm. The address Stefan gave me was a dilapidated apartment building with boarded-up windows doors, except for the one in the back. "You tell me where the holes are in the walls," Tom replied, "and I'll look through...
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 27
The world barely existed as it moved around me. Magic wasn't common. In fact, it was quite rare, except for where it concentrated. In Denver that was Steel Link, Max's house, and to a lesser degree, Martin's. The rest of the time, when I was out...
Protecting the Line, Draft 1, CH 26
"Sir?" The receptionist came over his internal line, "There's a Detective Flint Sagan here to see you?" Zikabar nodded to himself. "Send him up." It had been two days since Denton told him to expect a call from the detective, he's wondered what...