For my Game of Thrones fans. 😉
“You…want to be my date to a wedding?” Rose sputtered, her eyes wide.
Kara faced away from Rose as she finished getting dressed. “You’ll need protection.”
“I can kill people with my mind,” Rose muttered. “I can protect myself.”
Kara turned toward her. “Do you not want me as your date, Rose?”
“Of course I do,” Rose said. “I just didn’t think you’d want to come.”
Kara strode toward her with sure, purposeful steps, and Rose took a step back, startled, as Kara invaded her space. But Kara just smiled and reached past Rose, snatching up the weapon belt from the bed. “Why?” Kara said. Her black and blue hair fell over one shoulder as she tilted her head to the side, lifting her eyebrows at Rose. “Because I’m scared of commitment and emotional intimacy?”
Rose stepped back, wincing a little. “I…never said that.”
Kara just shrugged. “You didn’t have to.”
Rose sighed, “Okay.” She straightened, blushing, as she asked, “Kara, will you be my date? At a weird wedding. In a weird place. With weird people.”
Kara crossed her arms, her intense, light blue eyes flashing with mischief. “Rose, you just insulted me. You’ll have to be more persuasive than that.”
Rose blinked in shock. “Umm…”
Kara laughed, “I’m kidding! Just let me grab some weapons.”
“Yep,” Rose mumbled, watching as Kara returned to the dresser, where she’d left all of her weapons. “I’m sure that’s what everyone says before a date.”
Kara glanced back at Rose. “How many weapons do you have?”
“I have my dagger. So, one,” Rose said. “Two, if you count telekinesis.”
Kara laughed, “Your telekinesis counts as like fifteen weapons by itself.”
“Oh,” Rose said. “Well, sixteen, then.”
Kara grabbed a few extra daggers. “You’ll need more.”
“More than sixteen?” Rose asked incredulously. “For a wedding?”
Kara held out a handful of regular-sized daggers. “Here. Take these.”
“Ooh, like flowers. Except sharper,” Rose said dryly. “You know, Kara, I think they just want us to attend the wedding. Not kill the wedding party.”
Kara shrugged one shoulder. “I’m always prepared to kill someone.”
“Not sure that’s a good thing, but okay,” Rose said under her breath. She sighed, “I don’t even know why they want me there. I don’t know these people.”
“Well, they know you,” Kara told her.
“No,” Rose corrected, as she shoved Kara’s daggers into her backpack—because where else was she going to put them? “They don’t know me. They’ve never met me. They just know someone who has glowing, red eyes and godlike power.”
Kara turned toward her, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s you.”
Rose shrugged. “They say that, at any given time, there are seven people in the world who look exactly like you. Maybe there are others who fit the description.”
“You think there are seven people in the world with eyes that glow red, and the power to do pretty much anything they want with their minds?” Kara said.
Rose shrugged—with a little less confidence this time. “Maybe?”
“No,” Kara said simply. “If there were anyone else in the world like you, they’d already be dead. Because I would have killed them. On Aaron’s orders.”
“You didn’t kill me,” Rose pointed out.
“Because we needed your help with Alana,” Kara said easily.
Rose gave her a skeptical look. “That’s the only reason?”
Kara’s icy blue gaze shifted toward Rose. “I’m just saying,” she said, her lips curving, “if you take away Alana, the war, the impending apocalypse, and all of those odd, little things you did that made me fall in love with you, you have a totally different situation. I would’ve sliced off your head and been done with it.”
Rose frowned. “You just slipped a declaration of love inside a speech about decapitating me, and you call me odd?”
Kara stepped closer to Rose, her light blue eyes sparkling. “And for the record, nothing scares me,” Kara said with a smile. “Not even weddings.”
“Clearly, you haven’t read anything by George R.R. Martin,” Rose muttered.
from my upcoming book, The Reign of Darkness
Book Four of the Creatures of Darkness series
© Britney Jackson