Forest
"Yeah, it sounds like I'm doing a bang up job," Forest said with a sigh and a shake of her head.
I'm worlds away from home, now thrown in the middle of some goddamn Cold War, and part of this spy agency who's filled with admittedly attractive men, with this guy being bloody hot . . . And maybe a nice guy, jury's out on that one yet, she thought before rubbing her forehead.
The middle of hero forehead ached slightly. She wasn't sure if it was just a physic stress headache, honestly, she hadn't done too much in that department. Everyone around here was fairly easy to read or broadcasting on Clear Chanel Radio.
She bit her lip and answered, "The Duke is . . . like an insane child who just happens to be sitting on the equivalent of Chernobyl and he's got the button to make it explode. Scott's a bit of a dramatic arse, but Jarald seemed nice enough. And then there's you, Mr. Bloodbender, who's vocalized most of the stuff I've been feeling of late even before I stumbled here."