Still Life (Wildside #4) by Melanie Jackson

Author:Melanie Jackson
Language: por
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

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"I look like I lost a bet with a clown," Nyssa complained, staring with disgust at the assorted stains on her shirt—red earth, green sap, and something in a disgusting shade of snail yellow all streaked her top. Fighting both the FBI and the goblins

was ruining her very limited wardrobe.

"And a damned messy bastard he was too," Abrial agreed solemnly and got a punch in the arm for his trouble. Nyssa might have snuggled with him last night

because she needed comfort in the dark watches of the night, but she was her

independent self again once the sun was up.

"You already owe me new shoes. I hope your budget will run to new clothing as

well, because my purse and all my money were vaporized."

"Of course," Abrial answered. "I'm on a limitless expense account. The handy thing about having a hacker friend with back doors into the goblins' empire is that our funds are more or less unlimited."

"Good, because I expect breakfast too. After I get a new shirt."

"Of course, or whatever passes for breakfast around here. It looks like the sort of place that does bacon and eggs and bad coffee all day long."

They had found fresh clothing for her at the Last Chance Post Office, which

doubled as a general store. Unfortunately, the only T-shirt that more or less fit her was one that said ask me about girl scouts. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she looked about fourteen years old. But since she was looking crabby, Abrial

refrained from mentioning this.

"Do you think goblins designed this shirt? It doesn't fit right. The armholes are at the wrong height." Once outside, she reached up and tore out her right sleeve. It took some effort but, pleased with the result, she reached around and. tore at the

other. She then tore the hem and tied the shirt up under her midriff.

"Is that better?" she asked.

Abrial eyed the womanly chest she had stuffed in the now much tighter shirt.

Though interested in her curves, his keen eyes also detected the end of a long scar that split the midline between her breasts, almost as if she had suffered open-heart surgery. "Could be. They move in mysterious ways," he answered absently, but staring with concentration.

"Like God?" she asked with a raised brow. "Surely not."

"Sort of like God. Only not nearly so benevolent or just." Unable to help himself, Abrial asked suddenly: "What caused that scar? Can you remember?"

"No. But I've had it since I was a child. I think…"

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She swallowed and turned her back to the light. "I can't remember, but I think goblins did it to me."

"They really aren't very nice, are they? They might have thought about your

limited options for swimwear." Abrial smiled in an effort to be reassuring. His touch was gentle as he ran a finger down her too tight shirt. The ridge of scar tissue was firm, much harder than the rest of her skin.

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