Reigniting the Passion

Don't Bleed on my Floor

"Don't bleed on my floor."

Glaring, I dropped the towel to my feet. "I'm so sorry my being literally stabbed in the fucking back is such an inconvenience for you and your floor Liam."

"Don't get mad at me because I want to save my hardwood floors.

I told you not to date that asshole, but no, you never listen to what I tell you! Like last year when you chased that shape shifter through the entire grocery store. It was full of people and it shifted itself into a scared child!

Or how about the time you decided it was a good idea to aggravate the centaur with the giant spear? Her spear went straight through your abdomen. You ruined my couch that time, my entire couch Mara! I had to get a new one!"

The air around me practically crackled from my annoyance, the memories of past excursions souring my mood further. "Remove the blade from my back before I rip out your tongue."

Liam shook his head in disapproval. "This is why you have no friends besides me. So, what'd you do this time to get impaled?"

The brawl from half an hour prior replayed in my head.

"That vampiric bastard was going to attack a pregnant woman, so we fought." With a sigh I let my camouflage fade, the long green hair reverting back to my beautiful coiling snakes, flushed skin morphing back to scales. "I don't know why I even bother with men anymore."

"You could have just turned him to stone, why bother ever fighting anyone?"

"Can you please just hurry? It hurts."

He sensed my uneasiness at the topic and changed subject, grabbing a pair of scissors from the counter before heading my direction, eyes glinting with excitement. "I love it when you show me your true self, those azure scales with your emerald snakes are gorgeous. How did you get a mix of colors by the way? I thought your scales and snakes were supposed to match?"

"I don't know," Cautiously I watched the sheers as he stepped behind me. "what in Medusa's name are those for?"

For the briefest of moments Liam couldn't find his words. "I have to cut your shirt off."

"Damn it!" The snakes lifted, startled by my cry. "I really liked this shirt."

I watched with a pout as the fabric fluttered to the ground, soaked in blood and shredded from more than just a pair of scissors.

Liam gently grabbed the knife in my back, sending a jolt of pain through me.

"Now remember Mara, don't bleed on my floor."