The Conversion

Chapter Thirteen

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Chapter Thirteen

I was avoiding Ayesha like she was infected. She didn’t know it though. Not until she paid a little visit to Finn in the armoury. I was doing fine until he went all weird and told her something had happened. Now she wouldn’t leave me alone...

“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” she demanded as I suited up for the days hunt, hands fisted on her belt-strapped, narrow hips.

“Because nothing’s wrong,” I replied firmly for what had to have been the hundredth time. My patience was wearing thin to say the least.

“Don’t try that on me. You know that’s not gonna work on me, girl. This is the last time,” she told me, crossing her arms over her chest and arching a thin eyebrow. “What, happened?”

“Would you just drop it?” I cried, spinning around and flinging my arms out on either side.

“Don’t you tell me to drop it!” she shrieked, her arms falling to her sides and her hands clenching into fists.

“It’s none of your business!” I snapped. My shoulders rose closer to my ears as my body tensed in agitation, my own fisted hands lifting. This wasn’t going to end well...

“How can you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth!”

“If something’s up with you it’s my business, and don’t you try to tell me for one second that it’s not!”

“It has nothing to do with you, therefore; not your problem!” I cried.

“Ooh, girl, I love you but right now you’re going the right way to getting your face smacked in,” she warned me.

“Oh please!” I cried through humourless laughter. “You couldn’t hit me if I painted a target on my face.”

“Really? We’re going there,” she asked, one hand poised over her belted hip.

“Oh what are you gonna do? Shoot it out of me with Finn’s miniature crossbow!” I mocked.

“That’s it!”

Her arms reached for me, my own pulled up in front of my face, ready to strike or block.

“GIRLS!”

We both turned towards the sharp call that belonged to Tal.

“For Christ’s sake! Do we have to drag you away from each other by your hair?” he taunted, his stony face pulled back in a sneer. Paul stood behind him looking even more unimpressed, and on either side were Zane and Genjo.

Genjo stepped forward with his palms together in front of his chest, bowing his head in respect.

“Now I’m sure we can settle this with gentle mediation­­­­–”

“Screw that!” Tal cried. “Put a knife in each of their hands, tie a blindfold around their heads, and let ‘em have at it!”

With an attitude filled eye roll, I crossed my arms tightly and pursed my lips to stop from shouting the hundred or so words of profanity that were running through my mind. Ayesha copied my movements, angling her body away from mine.