Page 12 of Forsaken Dream
“Say what now?” Scrambling on my feet to remove my face from his twitchy claws, I gaped at him. “You are my familiar, Proto. That’s not how this works.” Those red glowing eyes narrowed at me. “Besides, you startled me while I was kind of freaked out. This should teach you to stop popping out of nowhere just to scare me, right?”
“You are not the boss of me.” Proto bared his teeth, the fur on his back sticking out and his barbed tail swishing behind him.
“Actually, I kind of am.” It was immature to provoke him, even for me, but it slipped. With a startled shout, I jerked back before scrambling to sit on top of the kitchen counter and lifting both knees to my chest. “What in the worlds are you doing?” I bellowed at him.
“I’m going to bite your ankles so you can’t walk, you stupid girl.” His jaws snapped threateningly from the floor. Thank the fates he was only one and a half feet tall when on all fours. “I will shred your skin and chew on your bones.”
“Suck my big toe, Proto.” Using Pam’s favorite saying was not the smartest idea at the moment.
“Bring your feet down and see who will suck what.” He kept snarling, his tail thumping the floor while he lashed it in agitation.
“Why are you here, anyway? Embarrassing me this afternoon was not enough for your evil heart?” Wrapping one arm around my knees, I grabbed a stirring spoon in case he decided to leap on the counter where I was perched. I brandished it threateningly at him. “Stay there or I’ll swing this at your head, too.”
Proto froze as if remembering why he was there in the first place. All anger and snapping teeth forgotten, he plopped down on his ass and blinked those weird eyes at me. “Why is there a male in your living room?”
“What’s it to you?” Snapping at my familiar, my lips pressed in a firm line when the urge to protect the male reared its ugly head.
Proto glared.
“He has blood all over him.”
“He does not. I cleaned it.”
“It’s still there.” His purple tongue poked out from between his lips, gliding over them.
“Stay away from him, Proto.” There was no mistaking the warning in my voice.
“Why don’t you try and stop me.” He wasn’t even done talking before he turned tail and bolted for the room across the hallway.
I was on the floor darting after him just as fast, the stirring spoon clutched in a white-knuckled grip. I was going to kill the jerk, and for real this time. Well, I had every intention of killing him, but he was saved by the bell. Or the crashing of the front door as it burst into shreds, raining sharp splinters all over me.
This day would never end.
