Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

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The next few days go by in a blur. I don't know what to do with that information. I can't stop thinking about the ring. How perfect it was. Pink had been my favorite color once upon a time. I had turned my hair crispy trying to get it cotton candy pink. It was so bad it was stringy and stretchy every time I wet it. But it hadn't mattered because it was ***ing pink. Darren was so mad when I cut it to the center of my back to fix it and then he forbade me from ever bleaching it again.

Tulips is everything I thought she would be. I watch as her hands work over the keyboard faster than the other candidates. There are fourteen and only six are working out. I actually expected less. Four, maybe five of ten. These things are brilliant, but when you're part of one of the most powerful races in existence, you get arrogant. Arrogance often leads to laziness. And that's what the rest of them are. They lack the motivation to be better. "I have something for you," I stand by her desk. "An apology for how I reacted when we first met,"

"You don't have to. You're not all there. I get it," she rolls her eyes!

"Take the f*****g apology," I glare at her and she smiles. I place the bag and the wallet on the table between us. Her eyes go wide.

"This is a twenty-fifteen special edition C*****on Roll messenger bag," she screeches holding the bag up like it's the greatest thing in the world. "They don't make these anymore. You're giving it to me?"

"Yes," I take a step back alarmed by her reaction. Everyone turns to look at us. "I didn't think it was valuable. I paid like twenty-eight bucks for it. I used it to hide my gun-"

"You used this out on patrol?" she screams. I put my hand up trying to stop her from jumping on me.

"No, no," I try to dodge her but she's bigger and a whole lot stronger than I am. She buries her hands in my hair and massages my head.

"You're such a good girl," she screeches again and I can't even stop her or be mad because that feels amazing. My knees hit the floor as she continues to squeeze her fingers on my scalp before she spins around and grabs the bag and the wallet before running off with them.

"You weren't excused," I shout after her and just lets out a manic giggle on her way out of the dome.

"She leveled you with scratchies," Silas laughs and helps me up. "I'd tell the king, but he might kill her for putting her hands on you. She's the best coder we've got,"

"That's not a word and it's best not to. I can't believe she reacted like that," I dust my knees and try to fix

my

hair

"Those two are just as spoiled and entitled as Annie. They lost their mom young and their dad gives them whatever they want. I believe they're your age. That's probably how your life would have been if your life hadn't sucked, "And they're friends with Andromeda?" I ask, choosing to ignore the rest of that to prevent violence.

"Yeah, Andromeda might be young but she's very smart and very well-connected. Being her friend is a great honor. That girl doesn't befriend just anyone. She's cute, but has the same personality her brother does,"

"Ugh," I groan reviewing Tulips's work. It's flawless. She gave me exactly what I wanted. "We only have six candidates,"

"I saw that. I can reach out to the packs to find four more,"

"Not yet, I shake my head. "We keep this here for now. I still have to finish making the laptops,"

"Of course," he nods. "Fix your hair,"Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Hmm?"

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"The King is here. Your hair, he whispers. I run my fingers through my hair quickly and save Tulips's work.

"Perry. Gather your things. We're leaving," the King calls out from the doorway.

"These are the six," I write the names of the candidates for Silas and grab my phone from the charging pad. I stop in front of the King and I point up to the platform to ask if I have time to go up to get my bag. "Is it important?" he asks.

"My purse," I take a step back to prepare to run up. He whistles and someone appears with my purse and my portfolio bag. "Oh, thanks,"

"My lady," the gentleman bows when I reach for them.

"Let's go," the King says taking them in one hand before I can take them and grips my forearm with his other hand. "You just love making me wait,"