Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
So get your shit together, Michalis!
He forced his attention back on the report. Security had obtained Catalina's movement data from the city's comprehensive network of security cameras, but while the places she visited were completely unremarkable, it was the results from Night Bloom's thermal scanners that had Michalis cursing under his breath.
What the fuck are you, woman?
The normal body temp for humans was anything between 36 to 37 degrees Celsius, and a couple degrees higher if the human were to contract anything from the common flu to influenza. A human registering body temp above 46 degrees typically guaranteed death, so how then was Catalina Bonde still alive, when today's scans showed her temp at fifty fucking degrees?
Michalis would've dismissed the results of the scan as machine error if only a single scanner was involved. But this woman had passed fifteen scanners from the subway station to the Nox, and not only had her body registered an inexplicable and highly noticeable spike in her heat level, but if the visuals were to serve as any basis...
It was as if she was suddenly in possession of some super-fucking-nova between her legs, and that appeared to be the source of the pulsing force he alone had been able to sense...and continued to sense even to this moment.
What the fuck did all of this mean?
Was he supposed to infer that the woman had suddenly woken up this morning with a magical pussy, and it was the primal in him that had recognized this?
An image popped in his mind out of the blue, one that had him undressing Catalina so he could see and experience her pussy for himself—-
Fuck!
The thought had his cock swelling uncontrollably under his pants, and Michalis was forced to shift back and forth between his two forms when his lust proved difficult to control.
FUCK!
A back-to-back shift was his kind's version of a cold shower, with how the lightning-quick change effectively cut off the blood supply to one's cock and consequently killing the person's erection in a snap.
The last time Michalis had to turn himself off with so juvenile a tactic was back when he was still a boy of ten, and the fact that it was Catalina who had made him feel such desire further convinced him that nothing was all what it seemed.
Her scans for the past eight months might have shown her as human, but something had obviously happened today to change that, and Michalis was determined to find out what that something was.
As obsessively intriguing as Catalina's pussy was now, with the way it continued to beat and pulse between her legs like a song composed only for his cock—-
If it proved to be a danger to his city, then he would not hesitate to kill her, immediately.
GOSSIP HAS ALWAYS TRAVELED lightning-fast in the Nox, and today is no different. Farah asks to see me in her office as soon as she sees me come in.
"What happened?"
"I think it was all a misunderstanding. Mr. Chatzigeorgiou asked for my name, and that was it."
Farah's gaze narrows. "That's all? Really?"
"He also jumped out of the hallway window instead of taking the elevator?"
"How dramatic."
"Uh huh."
Farah studies me for another moment. "You're sure there's nothing else you'd like to tell me?"
"I wish there was, but I'm at a loss myself."
The older woman nods. "In any case, if you need to talk to me for any reason, my door is always open."
"Thanks, Farah."
Toni swivels her chair to face me as soon as I get to my cubicle. "Are you alright? What happened?"
"I wish I knew, but he only asked me for my name, and that was it."
"Seriously?" Toni looks just as unconvinced as Farah was earlier, but I just have this hunch that the less I say, the better.
"Yup."
"I see."
"Does anyone else know—-"
Toni looks at me in surprise. "Everyone knows."
Shit.
"Do you want the good news or the bad news first?"
The question turns out to be rhetorical, since Toni's already talking.
"The good news is that you're no longer That Girl."
"And the bad news?"
"Hold on." Toni opens her phone and types something. "37% thinks you're That Girl Who Made It to the King's Shit List, 32% thinks you're That Girl Who Rejected a Prom King Because She's After a Real King, 23% says they don't know who That Girl is—-" Toni snorts after saying this. "—-while 8% is playing safe by saying 'no comment'."
"You just made those numbers up, didn't you?"
Toni looks at me with faux pity. "You poor soul. Is this your first time to hear of polls and online betting?" She shows me her phone but quickly hides it behind her back when I want to have a closer look.
Huh.
I look at her suspiciously. "You didn't make a wager yourself, did you?"
Toni wheels her chair back to her cubicle. "What's that again? I didn't quite catch it—-"