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retarded sometimes but I try to make
sure I’m the only one that suffers for it,” I added as I finished
counting what I had.
     
    “That’s why I love you.” She smiled as she
began pulling handfuls of clothes from her backpack and sifted
through them. She took a few pieces into the bathroom without
saying a word and shut the door gently behind her so I took the
opportunity to change myself. I pulled a clean shirt over my head
and wrestled it into place before making my way over to the large
oval mirror that sat just on top of the old oak dresser to smooth
out the rest of my appearance. Monster or not, it was no excuse to
stop caring about the little things that made someone
human.
     
    I did the best I could to fix the tangled mess
of bedhead that covered my eyes and proudly gave up when it made no
attempt at cooperating with me. It wasn’t long before Cordillia
skipped out of the bathroom and back to her laptop. I glanced over
at her as I went to take my turn. She had traded her pink pajamas
for a yellow tank top and jeans. Her hair was once again tied back
into a ponytail and a subtle hint of light makeup lined her
face.
     
    “Can I help you?” She smirked as she noticed
me looking at her.
     
    “When did you start wearing makeup?” I
sneered.
     
    “I’ve always worn it.”
     
    “No you haven’t,” I argued as I searched my
memory for even one time I saw her dolled up like this.
     
    “Yeah I have,” her eyebrow rose as she
insisted. “You just never notice.”
     
    “That’s not true.”
     
    “Just go get changed.” She chuckled as she
shook her head and turned her attention back to her little
computer. I grabbed my bag and wandered into the bathroom to take
care of the ever increasing facial hair that seemed to grow as fast
as I could shave it. I shut the door behind me and groaned as I
flipped on the light, slightly blinding myself in the
process.
     
    Ten minutes and one clean shaven face later, I
rinsed off and took one last look in the mirror. The shadow was
gone but at least I wasn’t left with a baby face to deal with. Men
should look like men if you asked me but hell maybe I was biased.
My eyes were a darker green than they were yesterday, deep set but
even I had to admit they were kind. I didn’t have one of those
chiseled faces, I thanked God for that. It was softer like my mom’s
and a part of me was eternally grateful for that. I was only twenty
five years old. I guess it wasn’t all that odd that I still had a
boyish charm to me and if I was thinking right, it would be a few
more birthdays before I grew out of it.
     
    Did werewolves even age? I wondered to myself.
There was a lot about this I was realizing I didn’t
know.
     
    Grabbing my things, I wondered out of the
bathroom to where Cordillia sat at the foot of the bed. “You
ready?” I asked as I slung my bag over my shoulder.
     
    “I was ready before you were.” She smirked as
she stood from the bed. “Besides I thought you weren’t in a rush?”
She smirked.
     
    “I’m not,” I smirked. “But I don’t know about
you but I could eat a horse.” She raised her eyebrow at me and
chuckled.
     
    “Okay bad analogy but the fact still stands.”
She laughed lightly and stood up, grabbing her bag from the bed
behind her. She held out her hand and it took me a moment to
realize she was handing me back my key.
     
    “Oh hell thanks. I would have forgotten.” I
smiled as I took it and slung my bag over my shoulder. She looked
over at the broken table and my eyes followed suit.
     
    “Let’s just do this quick and get the hell out
of here.” I smirked and led her out of the room, locking the door
behind me. I walked up to the front office and handed the old man
his key. He looked out the front window to my sister who was now
leaning against the hood of my truck and looked back at me raising
an eyebrow and gave me an approving smile.
     
    “Have a good stay, sir?” he spoke with a bit
of humor in his