Fun Fiction Friday

STRAY: Fun Fiction Friday Part 7
This is an urban fantasy serial for your enjoyment. It will appear on the blog each Friday.

Happy Friday! Note, this story is NOT polished. I will be posting a scene or chapter weekly. Expect an urban fantasy world. Romance and mystery. And magic, of course. Enjoy!

Stray by Marie Harte

PART 7

“No, We’re worse.” Amelia sighed. “We’re powerful and refuse to be contained. I can only hope the states overrule ignorance and stupidity.” Which Oregon in particular had been known to do. Ever since the State Separation Act of 2014, individual states could reject government involvement in the way they handled evos. With that freedom came the forfeiture of the Citizen-Evo Agreement Grant to the tune of several million a year. But some states, my new one included, had decided to forego the money in favor of human rights. I know, a shocker, right?

“Yeah, well,” the blond was saying, “I think we’ll be fine in town. Only a handful of ignorant jerks like Peters don’t like us. Most of Reunion appreciates us here. We keep the town safe.”

Safe from what? I had no idea what laws or overruling they were talking about, but it sounded as if congress was once again trying to pass another of their laws to corral evos. They’d already put a few mandates in place in the northeast, but as a level 2 finder, I’d been ignored except for the notation on my ID card.

Once again, I wondered why I’d chosen Reunion, now population 2001, over Portland. No hiding here.

“Okay, everyone. Get out.” Lobo crossed his giant arms over his giant chest. “Red and I have work to do.”

Everyone stood and moved to leave. Kyle glanced at my hair and raised a brow. “Red, huh? Might want to dye it back, Goldilocks.”

Lyle sighed. “Ignore him. We’re leaving. Thanks, Lobo.” He gave me an interested look as he pulled his twin with him and left. The witch and her familiar followed with a glance my way. None of them paid.

Lobo must have seen the question on my face, because he said, “Those four are good for the week. I owe them.”

“Oh.”

“But as of next Monday, we charge. Double if Kyle forgets to shut his mouth,” he growled.

I could hear the bear inside him plain as day.

Lobo stared at me. “Hey, didn’t you start the day as a redhead?”

Yeah, great idea to come here, where I blended in like the lone Skittle in a bag of Milk Duds.

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