BOOK 3 of the ORPHIC Series
CHURLISH
/ˈCHərliSH/
marked by a lack of civility.
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Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker finds herself in the 21 century sporting the title of Aunt while lugging along h...
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"Fear doesn't exist anywhere except in the mind."
Ohio, America October, 2015
LUCY CHEWED ON HER LIP as she tapped the pencil in her hand against her forehead as she tried to figure out Agent Kuznetsov and Agent Ivanov's whereabouts. Since they worked under political figures as sleeper agents in other countries, it was ridiculously difficult to track the pair. She let out a frustrated sigh as she placed her tablet back onto the coffee table.
She stretched across the couch, groaning at the soreness in her body. She hadn't taken down agents in so long.
"Verfall!" Brock shouted from upstairs and Lucy jolted off the couch.
She groaned as she hit the ground, rubbing her arm as she sat up. She wondered why Brock was calling her until she remembered she'd forgotten to lay out a new pair of clothes for him. She sighed, grumbling as she climbed to her feet.
"Coming!" She called back as she hugged her fluffy robe.
Her conversation with the Commander had broken off once it was obvious the pair needed a shower and preferably some rest. He and Jack had rushed over here in the middle of the night after all, so the least she could do was offer Brock some comfort.
She would help Jack too, when he and Klause returned from their venture to Taco Bell.
She climbed up the stairs, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she traveled upwards. She didn't know why Henry always had to be extra extravagant when buying homes. She didn't think he really needed an enormous mansion as a safehouse. Honestly, she'd already gotten lost multiple times, and she would've stayed lost if not for Klause.
She turned the hallway and stopped in front of a closet, pulling out black sweatpants and a tank top. She gazed thoughtfully at one of the sweaters before grabbing that too. She shut the door and padded further down the hall where she'd sent Brock.
She peeked her head through the open door and blinked.
Brock was leaning against the bathroom door frame with his phone in his hand, towel wrapped around his hip. His hair was tousled messily and he was completely engrossed in scrolling through whatever combat video he'd found this time.
She narrowed her eyes for a second, before smirking.
"I have better abs." She said proudly.
Brock nearly dropped his phone as he looked up at her.
