Mated To Valentine
Behind me, I hear Achilles speaking, but his voice is low, like he’s talking to someone else.
“She’s a handful,” I hear Achilles say to someone. I look back, but I don't see anyone. He taps his left ear...ah... intercoms.
A voice crackles over the intercom, and I recognize Valentine’s cold, detached tone. “Bring her back.”
“She’s not exactly cooperative,” Achilles replies. “What did you do to her?”
“She’s hungry,” Valentine says. “She’ll come around.”
“She just jumped out of the highest window in the house,” Achilles replies dryly. “I’d say she’s not exactly thrilled with her situation.”