The Vanders

Sat. 12/07/2250 – By Nicole Adams

Adrian really wasn’t looking forward to meeting Deirdre and Jericho again. Not like this- Rhea injured, limping still on the leg that had received the awful wound, and with the knowledge that his sister had been the one to deal the blow. He’d thought he was free of her- and yet she’d shown up, a ghost of his past, and she’d done her best to kill him and Rhea both. Was it too much to ask, to be rid of her for good?

He was driving again, since Rhea was hurt, but relying on her directions to the bookstore. It was in a busy part of Chicago, shops of all kinds lining both sides of the street. The sidewalks were crowded with people and cars took up most of the available parking.

“There it is,” Rhea spoke up, sitting straighter and barely hiding the wince as the wound brushed against the edge of the seat. Adrian slowed the car and slipped into a spot, pleased to find one within easy walking distance to the bookstore; cutting the engine, he got out and glanced over at Rhea as she found her footing.

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We’re Going Round and Round

Sunday, 12/01/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

Adrian was shelving the current spotlight books, a special shelf situated at the very front of the library to catch the students’ attention and present the most recent award winning novels. He’d curated each one with care, hoping perhaps uselessly that he might convert one of these students that seemed more interested in the latest gossip. Some of them were good, always coming in, and maybe he put a lot of emphasis on the importance of reading, but he was the librarian for a reason. It was good for kids, however much they pretended to loathe it.

Or, rather, he was distracting himself very purposely. Only two days had passed since the full moon and waking up the day before to find himself naked in a cold dungeon with Rhea had been less than pleasant. Nevermind… Adrian made himself blush just thinking about what had happened. Doing… that, with Rhea, wolf or not, was nothing short of baffling. He’d spent the better part of the day and the day before picking up their mess, this particular shelf having been knocked down during their… activities.

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