Hey! wolf here, this is a part of my novel! i know you people dont like pieces of stories all to much, but this one was just so fun to write because of Martin's attitude towards jensey!
this was just after a meeting when someone big died, murdered, and they were taking volunteer's to go after the killer, jensey, who has this unknown "voice in her head" volunteers imediatly because the "voice" said so.
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Martin looked at me with a exasperated sigh, hands on hips, shaking his head.
I rubbed my eyes and looked at him.
“You were kind of eager in there.” He said, scowling.
I flexed my hands and said “I guess i was struck by an inspiration to do a greater good.”
“You could die.”
“Yep.”
“Thought you should know.”
“I do.”
He raked a hand through his hair, still looking at me with a scowl on his broad, sharply handsome face “don’t be stupid. Don’t get killed, it would be a waste, i put alot of effort into you and your training.”
I took that as a warped compliment. maybe he actually liked me?
its rough and needs critique badly!
