Tori Wu Novels & Stories

He throws it out mid-argument like it's nothing, like it's been we for years, us on one side of the desk and the problem on the other, and my whole chest lights up over a pronoun while the actual negotiation carries on somewhere without me. 'Focus,' says the wolf. 'The pup is winning.' "The council sent children after a twenty-foot skeleton," Tori says, "Under-briefed and under-armed. I'm eighteen, I know what's actually out there, and I'm better trained than any of them. You saw to that personally." She’s looking at Noah now. She also called him my partner. This is shaping up to be a pretty awesome day, if only she’d get out of my chair.