Lycan Fallout: Rise Of The Werewolf (48 page)

“You say something?” her dad asked.

“Just clearing my throat,” she told him.

Dad Killington put on the television, and for two hours I got to listen to how lions were the kings of the savannah. At one point, her Dad asked Heather if she smelled chicken, pretty sure that was my ass frying. Then the party really began to swell as Mom Killington ca>">ngs of me home and started dinner.

“I have to pee so bad,” Heather muttered, when her dad went into the kitchen with her mother.

“Yeah, well I need about a gallon of aloe for my third degree burns. Not going to be able to sit for a friggin’ week.”

She laughed and quickly turned it into a cough for effect.

“Are you sure you’re alright to go get this stuff?” Heather’s mom asked her husband.

“For my women…anything.” A few moments later I heard his car start and he pulled away.

“You’ve got about fifteen minutes, Heather. I suggest you get dressed and get Mike the hell out of my house.”

I felt the blood drain from my soul. “Oh, shit,” I muttered.

“I’m going into my bathroom to freshen up and then I’m going to pour myself a huge glass of wine and pretend this never happened,” she said.

I needed all of a minute and a half to pull my clothes on, even over my singed ass. I was halfway home when Mr. Killington drove past. He glared at me as he went, probably would have arrested me for something if he hadn’t been coming back from an errand. I waved and smiled. “I’m doing your daughter,” I said as I kept smiling at him.