Fragile Fury - (Glass Angels book one)

Fragile Fury - Chapter Twenty-One

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<P class=MsoNormal align=left>Sorry about the long wait, but I wanted this chapter to be just right. I mean, Vaughn has a bit of a secret sorta explained in this chapter. And well,, Anna and Jordan :p</P>

<P class=MsoNormal align=left>So here goes, I hope you like it.</P></P>

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<P class=MsoNormal>Jordan paced about the room, pushing his hand through his head. He had already pulled off his bandaged, to find himself unhurt and unscarred. The Shade's healed fast, but two weeks, that was remarkable.</P>

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<P class=MsoNormal>     "I'm back, and I have clothes," He spun around to face Vaughn, as he strolled back into the room carrying a pile of clothes that look no more than brown leather and some form of dirty shirt. Raising an eyebrow as Vaughn handed them to him, Jordan mental cursed at the wolves - what <I>did</I> they have against jeans?</P>

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<P class=MsoNormal>     "I'm not wearing this," Jordan muttered as he tossed the neatly folded pile onto the bed, it wasn't so neatly folded after. "Can't you just find my jeans, I know I came in here half dead, but I wasn't naked. I can remember that much."</P>

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<P class=MsoNormal>     "It's this, or nothing," Vaughn said, "your other jeans, dude," he clapped Jordan on the back, "ripped to shreds. Tiff couldn't wait to get them off you, ha-ha" he laughed at Jordan's shudder. Tiff - Tiffany - had visited New York on more than one occasion, and slept with more than one of the Shades. Jordan highly suspected himself and Vaughn were the only ones she hadn't slept with. But to them, there was something terribly off putting about a girl who was more like a mortal cheerleader than a French werewolf.      </P>

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<P class=MsoNormal>     Jordan repressed s second shudder. Why did it have to be Tiffany who ripped his clothes off?</P>

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<P class=MsoNormal>     Then he had an idea, he turned on his heels to face Vaughn - hi smirk in place. Vaughn held his hands up. "No," he said, "absolutely no way." He shook his head violently tossing his hair across his face. "No way, no how," Jordan took only three stops forwards and said only one word. </P>

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<P class=MsoNormal>     "Please?" Vaughn sighed, cursed colourfully under his breath and took off his shirt.  </P>

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<P class=MsoNormal align=left>     Half an hour later, Jordan was happily wearing jeans with his daggers tucked in, either side of his hips. He grinned as he looked back at Vaughn, "Leather suits you," he said choking on his laughter. Truth was, leather look awful on him, and brought back memories of his time with the vampires, but that was something neither wanted to mention again. Vaughn did not look impressed, as he walked towards Jordan and slapped him round the back of the head. Jordan only laughed harder, while he stropped towards the caves exit. </P>

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<P class=MsoNormal align=left>      "I'd be nice to me, if I were you," he muttered, "since I know where Anna is." that got Jordan's attention. </P>