Chloë by Marcus LaGrone Read Free Book Online

following us for the last fifteen minutes.  Ducking in an out
of alleys, and then trailing behind.  If you are just too shy to talk to
one of us, I do understand.  But lost in your own world like that is no
way to live.  Come on, talk!  You quite thoroughly have the attention
of two lovely young ladies, so now is your chance!”
    Chloë
swallowed hard; she had been around Heather enough already to pick out the
sarcasm in her voice.  Something wasn’t right.
    “Oh,
come, come.  Talk to us already.  Don’t let your accent embarrass
you.  You aren’t just a lowlander, you are an off-worlder as well.  Your
clothes make that much obvious.  Nothing to hide here.”
    Chloë’s
fur started to bristle, off-worlder.  Heather was calling down someone
that had been trailing them, face to face, in broad daylight.  She had no
idea how it was going to go…
    “You
are indeed both quite lovely young ladies,” came the response with a thick
accent.  “I did not mean to scare you two, I was just enchanted and did
not want to make a scene before I knew more about you both.”
    Heather
just grinned and all but glowed as she tucked her head flattered by the
comment.  She then giggled and hugged the unsuspecting man and nuzzled him
in the chest, “Aww!  Isn’t he so cute!”  She cocked her head at him,
playing out the serious tease, “Well, you go talk to your friends and see if it
is okay and maybe we’ll meet you for lunch!” 
    The
man just stood there dumbfounded as his fur rippled, obviously
embarrassed.  His embarrassment turned to shock as Heather nonchalantly
rocked on her feet in front of him and field stripped the pistol she had just lifted
off of him.  She dropped the pieces of the weapon to the ground, but kept
the receiver. 
    “You
might want to pick those up.  Don’t want anyone to think you were
littering.  Tobias over there might get mad.”  She nodded to a very
large and very square Taik who was watching the exchange from across the
street.  Heather then tossed the receiver across the street and Tobias
effortlessly plucked it out of the air.  Heather’s grin went broad,
showing off her perfect teeth, “Now go.  Talk to your friends and see if
you want to meet for lunch or if you would just rather leave now, tail tucked
rather than bobbed!”
    The
man snarled and reached for Chloë.  Bad move.  Heather had a cheap
shot, and so she took it: a full power knee shot straight into the man’s groin. 
He started to yell out in pain, but Heather stifled his response with a full
body uppercut catching him neatly at the base of the jaw and square into his
larynx.  He fell over backwards, blood flying from his mouth, having
perforated his own tongue.  He started to churn on the ground, trying to
recover from the pain just in time to have Heather kick him square in the face
sending him to the ragged edge of consciousness.  “Don’t stalk girls; it
isn’t nice.  Pervert!”
    Heather
dusted herself off as Tobias appeared from across the street and bound the man
behind his back with a serious set of arm-cuffs. 
    “You
could have just let me handle it,” offered Tobias professionally.
    Heather
grinned, “Aww, now this one is actually being cute.  Besides, I
left you the other three.”
    “Three?
I only counted two.”  Tobias was annoyed but curious.
    “Butcher
shop, book store and the guy down by the leather shop.”
    “Leather
shop?  Crap, missed him.  Thanks, Heather.  Give my regards to
your father!”
    “Say
‘hi’ to Fiona and Alexis,” she grinned back.
    The
two just stared as they watched Tobias off-handedly shoulder the man and walk
down the street.
    “And
that self-propelled mountain of flesh is Tobias,” Heather offered
dreamily.  “He’s not much of a talker, but he’s a heck of a looker and a
really nice guy.  He is a shoo in to be the next Chief Constable. 
His wife, Fiona, runs the bookstore.  She’s been blind since birth but has
memorized darn near