Destined-Drake Chronicles

Part 9

The Drake Chronicles is owned by Alyxandra Drake

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"Okay, I should totally be a spy." I grinned at her. "All I need is some funky accent and I could be a Bond girl."

She groaned. "What did you do?"

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Solange's pov

"I stole this from Kieran, right after I punched him." I pulled out a small book from the inside pocket of my jacket. It looked innocuous enough, slender as a poetry chapbook, with a simple font and a sun illustration on the front cover. It was the title that stood out: A Field Guide to Vampires.

"Oh, my god, that's hilarious: A Field Guide to Vampires." Lucy burst out laughing.

"You stole a book?Not the point you stole." Nicholas accused.

She stuck her tongue out at him, "Sorry dad" Nicholas winced, that must have hurt.

Solange read it, blinked, read it again, and then stared at me. "A Field Guide to Vampires? Is that a joke?"

I laughed out loud. "Nope. Just a little souvenir from the Helios-Ra." We sat on her bed and set the guide on the blanket in front of us. We skimmed the index, snorted at the pompous introduction and the pseudo medieval oath new recruits had to take.

There was a bunch of stuff on hunter protocol that could come in useful someday.

There was also a whole section on the Drake family, and a page devoted just to Solange, listing her stats, like she was a rare kind of frog one could search for in a swamp.

"That's a great way to describe me isn't it Lucy."She grinned at me sheepishly  

"I'm sorry" she pretended to sob then smiled I smiled back.

"How sad is it that they stalk us?" Quinn asked, you think he would be used to it.

"I know right a whole section about us, and page to Solange. Scary" Logan said but he seemed more over protective about me. Brother's.

"It's kind of creepy." She made a face. "I'm starting to feel like the bearded lady at the carnival."

"I would never let you grow a beard," I assured her, trying to lighten the mood. If she hunched her shoulders any tighter, her collarbone would shatter. "I'm way too good a friend for that."

"Gee, thanks."

"All in a day's work."

"I can't believe they study us like that. I mean, did Kieran sit in a classroom and learn that I wear cargo pants and like pottery? And how do they know that anyway? And I'm not solitary, damn it, I just don't like crowds." She paused. "Okay, so maybe I am solitary, so what? And my nickname is not 'Princess Solange.' Give me a break." I tugged the book out of her hands before she could twist it in half. It flipped open.

"Hey, no way. I'm in here too."

Her eyes narrowed. "You are not."

"I totally am."

"Okay, that's going too far."

"Apparently, I'm brash and reckless." I snorted. "Better than being a mindless droid to some secret society." I did a double take. "Did you know one of my strengths is annoying Nicholas?"