“Damn it!” Striker had beaten me once again, playing Mario Karts on the Nintendo Wii.
“I told you – it"s impossible to beat me. I"ve got vamp reflexes, Lott. Superior to yours in every single way,” Striker boasted with a triumphant smile.
“Children,” Rowena commented mildly. She was sitting at the computer desk, trawling eBay.
“Do you want a rematch?” Striker offered. “I"ll even give you a five second head start.”
“Okay, but no head start. If I can"t win on my own merits, I don"t want to win at all,” I announced, taking the moral high ground.
“Your funeral,” Striker shrugged nonchalantly.
The past few weeks had been idyllic; enjoying the company of people I was coming to love had given me a new lease on life. My days were continuously filled with happiness and it showed in my overall
