Tavia slipped into the deep end of the natural hot tub. The heat of the water warmed her out layer though deep inside she shivered. Strange dreams and cravings haunted her nights. No one could calm her jittery innards even if they wanted too. She had more than just herself to worry about.
The test results showed two new shape shifters would soon join their group. Tongson wanted to head back to Anchorage and his definition of civilization. Tomas suggested they call in reinforcements and dig in. Tavia wanted to stop worrying and relax. Find somewhere she could sleep without dreaming, without being jolted awake because her spiritual network wanted or needed something. There was time when she called hours and days her own. She'd felt at peace and one with the universe.
"Damn, Shere Khan!" she muttered, her angst and bitterness dripping from each word. "May his hide shrivel up and become moth fodder." Tavia cradle her stomach wishing she didn't have to be so worried and on guard.
When and where would it all end? Even now two of Tomas's informants were making their way to Talbot's Peak hoping to infiltrate Kahn's territory.
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Stanlisus and Kazim watched as two patrol cars passed them up. The older cop in the car gave them the once over in a way that wasn't good. The other younger nodded and eyed them like they'd never seen two guys riding hogs. Okay, so their bikes resembled another time and era. Speed and ground clearance made sense in the outback and woods. Maybe the dopey cops needed someone to show them the benefits of thinking outside their itty bitty boxes.
"Hey remember Tomas said no stirring up shit unless necessary." Kazim took off his helmet and eased his bike's kickstand down. He could hear Stanlisus's laughter over the loud purr of his bike's engine.
"Yeah, well we didn't stir up nothing. Till that old goat cop pulled his car up long side us." Stanlisus shook out his long pale yellow hair as he removed his helmet. "I waved and moved over. Used my signal and stayed within the speed limit."
Kazim shook his head and opened his mouth to speak. The roar of another bike drown out his words. Looking over he damn near dropped his helmet! On the back of the bike rode a big horn sheep and he swore she winked at him as the bike rolled past.
Happy weekend all! Hope you are safe, dry and with your loved ones! Keep a few good books around and relax! I'm busy at work on revisions and edits for JET LAG BLUES. As soon as I have a release date I'll let you know.
Have a great weekend!