Oh my God!
“Cora didn’t like Tor because he has scars?” I asked him a question he’d already inadvertently bloody answered.
“Babe –”
I twisted back to forward and snapped, “That bitch!”
“Cora –”
“Tor was only scarred while saving his people from King Baldur’s tyrannical rule. He’s a warrior. He had a kingdom to rebuild. Shit like that happens when you’re at war!”
“Jesus,” Noc breathed out on a sigh.
“Tor was right. She so totally is not the other half to his soul, I’ll tell you that!” I clipped.
“Do me a favor,” he said and I snapped, “What?”
“Calm down, yeah?”
I crossed my arms on my chest and grunted, “Yeah.”
Cora, so… totally… a bitch.
I deep breathed and as I was deep breathing I realized what my outburst must have sounded like, not to mention all the other stuff I’d been saying, so I started to smile. Then I started to giggle. Then I started to giggle harder.
“Oh shit,” Noc said, “you’re not cracking up on me, are you?”
I shook my head and sucked in breath, trying to control the giggles and I forced out, “It just hit me what what I said must have sounded like.”
Noc was silent.
“It’s no wonder you think I’m crazy.”
Noc remained silent.
I fought the giggles back and took a steadying breath.
“You all right?” he asked softly when my laughter died away.
“Yeah,” I answered softly.
“You got a great laugh, babe.” He was still talking softly.
“You’ve never heard me laugh?” I asked.
“Nope,” he answered.
I’d heard that before.
I stared at the dark, slick road, the windshield wipers moving slowly to clean away the mist and I whispered, “You are, you know, as far as I can tell.”
“I’m what?”
“Perfect.”
I heard him pull in a breath.
I ignored that too.