59
Myla
There were warning signs.
So many warning signs.
I’ve been through this before with the Reptilians and Avians. Both peoples had an odd level of focus on yours truly.
Not that I’m a little competitive b***h.
I’m a BIG competitive b***h.
This feels like losing, and me no likey.
I step closer to Caudal. “Ho ho hoooooold there! Before you say another word, please take a look at my guy here.” I make a sweeping gesture toward Lincoln.
“Ouch,” deadpans my guy.
“Not that we’ll ever go through with this bounty paid thing for either of us, but it seems like someone—” here I point to my face for emphasis “—keeps getting picked on. I just want to be make sure we’re equally offered as possible participants.”
“You’re extraordinarily competitive. You know that?”
I wink. “You love it.”
