Voracity, Chapter One

“I don’t know why you always drag me along.”

“I’m not dragging you.” No, of course not. She picked me up and carried me to the car, when I refused to move from bed.

Regardless, I didn’t appreciate it, but I tolerate it because it’s her. I’m also quite fond of tall, statuesque women…

We were halfway down the steps before I realized it, but that’s what love does to you, I guess. Even after all these years. I’ve done some truly atrocious things in my life, things that would make my parents disown me, I’m sure.

Sometimes I question what makes me worthy of love. Nikita and my good friend, Dasha, insist it’s because I’m cute. Dominique, my other partner, called me charming and intelligent. I think she’d also agree I’m cute.

“You’re not just my bodyguard,” Nikita was saying when I switched focus on her. “And yes, I packed your medication.” Her death trap of a vehicle, a 1977 Pontiac Trans Am, roared to life, almost drowning out her next words. “You’re also my partner.”