Chapter Ten
"Where heaven meets earth, I find you."
-Source Unknown
“Missing?” Nathan heard himself gasp with worry. Katrina just nodded, continuing to cry over the boy. Nathan couldn’t help but notice how delectable she looked then, so…within reach. It’d be easy to feed off her.
No, she was Sammy’s best friend. He’d never forgive himself. “What do you mean, missing?”
She blabbed, “I went to his house this morning, to see if he was okay. He seemed skittish and lost at lunch yesterday, so I wanted to see if something was wrong. He wasn’t there. No one was.”
“And that means he’s missing?” Nathan became furious and bored again. “Did it ever cross your mind that he might’ve been asleep?”
“Um, no…”
“Or maybe out running some errands for his folks?”
“You aren’t understanding…”
He crossed his arms heatedly, “Were you always such a digga?”
She opened her mouth to defend herself, then froze. “What’s a digga?”
“You are, idiot.”
“Is that what it means? Idiot?”
He chuckled, aware of her ever-growing temper. “If you want it to translate into that, then sure, idiot.”
A scowl graced her baby like features then, “Shut up. I came here to be serious, thinking you would understand the severity of the situation at hand. Sammy is nowhere to be found, and yet you just stand here calling me a ‘digga,’ whatever the hell that is, when my best friend could be rotting in the freezing cold…”
He heaved a sigh that cut her off. She really was a pesky human. But, the flesh that throbbed whenever she got mad made his mouth water. No, stop it, stupid, He told himself, You can’t eat her. So instead, he depended on his annoyance. “It means dumbass, roughly.”
“What?” She squinted, her eyes showing dumbfoundment.
“A digga means dumbass, and that’s exactly what you are.”
“I don’t see how that relates to this…”
He cut her off again, “You said it was crucial that we find Sammy, when he’s probably not missing in the first place. That makes you a digga. A caring and thoughtful digga, I’ll give you that, but a digga all the same.”
She exploded, anger flaring, “Would you stop calling me a freaking digga?”
He nodded her way, “Fine, have it your way.” A silence ensued, before, “Dumbass.”
She let out a wail, wanting to bargle the boy. Nathan held in laughter at her reaction. Man, was he annoying. “Are you going to help me or not?” Katrina demanded with ferocity.
He chuckled just then, leaning against the dirty outside wall next to the ajar door, “No.”
“No?”
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All Angel, No Wings
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