"Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to."
A Bad Day | Luke
I felt like cracking my head on the edge of the desk in front of me in hope that the headache would spill out. It was bound to at least be less painful than it was now. I couldn't concentrate and had already gone over the correct dosage of painkillers. I'd go see Paddy, my favourite healer, but he was currently aiding a young teen who had attempted shape change without enough study or testing. I was told it wasn't pretty. And, of course, if I went to visit him just quickly, the parents of the child would find some way to pin the blame on me. I rolled my chair away from the desk and computer to stop myself from picking anything up and throwing it.
I had been only two seconds in the door when Kara had squealed into the foyer, making sure that I had no woman with me and probably smelling me for some feminine smell. I was grateful that I hadn't hugged Dizelde or anything. Kara might have demanded to know who the 'other woman' was. It was troublesome enough to get rid of her but by the time I did, others had gathered in the room. Had I added this-and-that to the month's budget? Could I tell such-and-such's neighbour to lower the volume of their stereo after nine? Had I heard from him-and-her who had recently moved to California? Was I informed of the day and time of the next pack gathering dinner? Had I prepared my speech? Had I gotten a date for that night? Would I be taking Kara? Would I be needing a suit made? Did I have any preference about the meals served or the drinks provided?
I snarled aloud, tempted to find relief in my other shape and go on a bloodthirsty rampage around the household. It was called air, couldn't they see that I needed some?
The door to my study opened and Garth walked in, an amused smirk on his face. The door swung shut behind him, returning the room to its soundproof state. It was the only room in the house that stopped sound from reaching inquisitive and nosy witches with sensitive hearing.
"Please say you heard some good news, or at least something funny," I muttered, a near growl.
He grinned, too used to my frustrated emotions to falter at my tone.
"I wouldn't say it was good news, but it's not bad either. Lark gave me a call."
"Oh? Was he home?" Damn, I had wanted to speak with him before he met the kid. No, she wasn't a kid... though she had seemed so young, even when I knew she was a trained assassin.
Garth chuckled. "Yeah, seems something smashed him in the nose."
I nearly burst out of my chair. "What?!" I exclaimed. Shit, they'd fought? Lark wasn't one to roll over and let himself be pounded, even if he fought a girl. And if he pushed her, she could fall into habit and injure him quite badly in order to protect herself. Dammit. I shouldn't have let her go by herself.
He seemed taken aback by my reaction. "Whoa, Luke, it's all good. He swore to me that he didn't harm her and he was well enough to call me."
"Man, you should have stayed there with her. Fuck, I don't need any more problems!"
He gave me a level look. "Then why'd you bring her back with us?"
"I couldn't just leave her out there."
"Ah, but you could have dropped her off in the city, given her over to LASER so that they could help her. Face it, man, despite all your complaining, you like being a person people look to when they need help."