Part 9
"What the hell were you *thinking*?" Sam demanded.
Ginger just sighed, tapping her foot impatiently, not in the mood for the lecture. She had gone back to the motel to find Sam there, and some girl she'd never seen. He introduced the girl as Marissa Woods, leader of the local Daybreakers.
Both were furious with Ginger for going off with Sincerity Hawthorne and her friends. Ginger's eyes rolled impatiently, arms folded. "An opportunity sort of presented itself and I ran with it," Ginger answered.
They had since left the motel and moved into the Daybreak safehouse. Ginger hadn't been in the mood for meeting the rest of the Daybreak crew. Besides, Sam and Marissa were too busy lecturing her anyway.
"If this girl had been the real assassin, then you would most likely be dead by now," Marissa pointed out.
Ginger shrugged, almost wishing she *had* been off with the real assassin, then she wouldn't have found this stupid soulmate connection. The thing had been right *there* in the coffee shop. She had seen the silver cord. And knew that Sincerity had seen it too. Still, she found herself glaring angrily at Sam.
Did he really think she was stupid? That she was a competent enough Daybreak agent? True, in the past she had had some unfortunate experiences with her lack of control over her powers, but everyone could improve if they were given a chance.
"The task was simple information gathering," Sam said with a sigh. "Not undercover. Did you actually lean anything useful that we don't already know?"
"Well the sister Sincerity is human and doesn't know anything about Meegan being a werewolf." Ginger frowned, watching them exchange glances. Something told her they already knew this.
~I can sure as hell tell you something you don't know,~ Ginger thought. ~Though I'm not sure I want to admit it to myself yet.~ "Oh, and from what I've heard, it seems Meegan is being stalked.."
"Could you be a little more specific on that last part?" Marissa asked, interest piquing.
Ginger shrugged. "Her friend Tara-Lee pointed out when Meegan left the coffee shop some guy no one knew was following her. Seemed suspicious to me." Ginger shrugged.
She just hoped no one asked her *how* she had wound up with an opportunity to hang out with Sincerity and the popular girls. Tall and thin, with long wavy, wild and untamed red hair Ginger wasn't the type the popular people usually noticed. Thanks to the soulmate thing, she had wound up with an opportunity she would never have managed otherwise. That didn't make the whole thing any easier to accept.
Every thought Ginger had was coming back to that tell-tell electric shock of skin to skin contact. She had thought earlier the soulmate thing might happen. It was practically *expected* with this kind of assignment. Why* her*? Why couldn't it have happened to Sam?
"Something else you want to tell me, Ginger?" Sam asked.
Ginger shook her head. "No. Why?"
Sam eyed her doubtfully. "I have some homework I need to do."
This whole soulmate thing was bugging the hell out of here. No matter how much she told herself not to think about it - it was becoming circular in her mind. It swept her thoughts clear of everything else.
"There's some lasagne left from dinner in the kitchen if you're hungry," Marissa said, taking Sam's arm and pulling him out the room.
Ginger sighed, closing the door and sat on her bed. She should probably be doing something unpacking or the homework she had mentioned, but something was worming its way into her thoughts.
What did Sincerity think of all this?
She'd see Sincerity tomorrow at school. How did she react? Did she even approach the subject?
Ginger had always dreamt that when she did meet her soulmate it would be the best thing that ever happened to her, the greatest fill of her life. Unfortunately, it turned out to be the twin sister of the assassin they were hunting down. A human who was totally clueless about the Night World.
~What the hell am I going to do?~ she thought.
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"What the hell were you *thinking*?" Sam demanded.
Ginger just sighed, tapping her foot impatiently, not in the mood for the lecture. She had gone back to the motel to find Sam there, and some girl she'd never seen. He introduced the girl as Marissa Woods, leader of the local Daybreakers.
Both were furious with Ginger for going off with Sincerity Hawthorne and her friends. Ginger's eyes rolled impatiently, arms folded. "An opportunity sort of presented itself and I ran with it," Ginger answered.
They had since left the motel and moved into the Daybreak safehouse. Ginger hadn't been in the mood for meeting the rest of the Daybreak crew. Besides, Sam and Marissa were too busy lecturing her anyway.
"If this girl had been the real assassin, then you would most likely be dead by now," Marissa pointed out.
Ginger shrugged, almost wishing she *had* been off with the real assassin, then she wouldn't have found this stupid soulmate connection. The thing had been right *there* in the coffee shop. She had seen the silver cord. And knew that Sincerity had seen it too. Still, she found herself glaring angrily at Sam.
Did he really think she was stupid? That she was a competent enough Daybreak agent? True, in the past she had had some unfortunate experiences with her lack of control over her powers, but everyone could improve if they were given a chance.
"The task was simple information gathering," Sam said with a sigh. "Not undercover. Did you actually lean anything useful that we don't already know?"
"Well the sister Sincerity is human and doesn't know anything about Meegan being a werewolf." Ginger frowned, watching them exchange glances. Something told her they already knew this.
~I can sure as hell tell you something you don't know,~ Ginger thought. ~Though I'm not sure I want to admit it to myself yet.~ "Oh, and from what I've heard, it seems Meegan is being stalked.."
"Could you be a little more specific on that last part?" Marissa asked, interest piquing.
Ginger shrugged. "Her friend Tara-Lee pointed out when Meegan left the coffee shop some guy no one knew was following her. Seemed suspicious to me." Ginger shrugged.
She just hoped no one asked her *how* she had wound up with an opportunity to hang out with Sincerity and the popular girls. Tall and thin, with long wavy, wild and untamed red hair Ginger wasn't the type the popular people usually noticed. Thanks to the soulmate thing, she had wound up with an opportunity she would never have managed otherwise. That didn't make the whole thing any easier to accept.
Every thought Ginger had was coming back to that tell-tell electric shock of skin to skin contact. She had thought earlier the soulmate thing might happen. It was practically *expected* with this kind of assignment. Why* her*? Why couldn't it have happened to Sam?
"Something else you want to tell me, Ginger?" Sam asked.
Ginger shook her head. "No. Why?"
Sam eyed her doubtfully. "I have some homework I need to do."
This whole soulmate thing was bugging the hell out of here. No matter how much she told herself not to think about it - it was becoming circular in her mind. It swept her thoughts clear of everything else.
"There's some lasagne left from dinner in the kitchen if you're hungry," Marissa said, taking Sam's arm and pulling him out the room.
Ginger sighed, closing the door and sat on her bed. She should probably be doing something unpacking or the homework she had mentioned, but something was worming its way into her thoughts.
What did Sincerity think of all this?
She'd see Sincerity tomorrow at school. How did she react? Did she even approach the subject?
Ginger had always dreamt that when she did meet her soulmate it would be the best thing that ever happened to her, the greatest fill of her life. Unfortunately, it turned out to be the twin sister of the assassin they were hunting down. A human who was totally clueless about the Night World.
~What the hell am I going to do?~ she thought.
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