Drake Chronicles: 03 Out For Blood - Plot & Excerpts
I couldn’t imagine how she couldn’t have a wicked headache. Her shoulders were hunched, the monitor’s glare was annoyingly bright, and there were three empty cans of a sugary energy drink on the floor by her chair. Her usual y perfect hair was decidedly frizzy, pinned in a knot on top of her head. This was not the Chloe I was used to, perfectly polished and fashionable even in her pajamas. She was also tapping her foot incessantly, like a woodpecker too frantic to realize it was hitting metal, not wood. I sat up, blinking blearily. The light was pale at the windows, barely light at al . The forest was stil dark, as if it was as sleepy as I was. “Chloe?” “Just a minute.” Her fingers clattered over the keyboard. She didn’t look up. Something about her, the frenetic energy or the slightly manic way she was chewing her lip, made my stomach nervous. When she suddenly shoved away from her desk, cursing, I jumped. “Damn it,” she seethed. “I real y thought I cracked it that time.”
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