Honkytonk Hell: A Dark and Twisted Urban Fantasy (The Broken Bard Chronicles Book 1) eden Hudson (best book club books txt) đ
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I tried to think the loudest heavy metal, train-wreck, porn-explosion I possibly could so I didnât have to listen to this NP bitch talk about someone she barely knew.
The Matchmaker winced.
âFine,â she said. âLetâs stick to business. Age?â
Twenty-one.
âEmployer?â
I tugged my hat back on and sucked my teeth. Iâd had a band and a house gig at Rowdyâs until Jason screwed me over. I wasnât good for much else besides music.
âProtectors arenât looking for a charity case, Tough. With your background and no job, the best you can hope for is a siren.â
That put it in perspective real fast. Sure, the sex would be good for a while, but getting your soul sucked out in piecesâŠdamn.
âThatâs the spirit,â the Matchmaker said. âSo, obviously youâre going to want a protector who can read thoughts. Other than that, what did you have in mind?â
Can we skip the part where we pretend I get a choice?
âAll right, if youâre so smart,â the Matchmaker said, âTell me who Iâm supposed to pair you with.â
Somebody humiliating, probably. Not that it gets much more humiliating than being under the protection of the same Jason Gudehaus who couldnât grasp the concept of a simple button hook play.
That got her laughing. She mustâve gone to a few football games back in the day.
âThe mayor isnât punishing you, Tough,â she said. âYou know that the Armistice Celebration is next weekend. With it being the tenth anniversary, a lot of the world will be looking this way. Kathan just wants to make sure Halo maintains a collective happy faceâremaining Whitneys included.â
Shouldnât have any problem there with Mikal pulling Coltâs strings. She would paste a big olâ smile on his face. If, for whatever reason, Kathan thought I was actually going to be a problem, he couldâve just had Mikal kill me last night. Tiffani had been the only one in town who knew I was on the way back and she wouldnât have wasted a whole lot of time crying if Iâd never showed up. Seemed like an awful lot of trouble to go to just to keep me from screwing with a celebration I didnât even care about.
âLook at it this way,â the Matchmaker said. âKathanâs worked hard to make Halo a place of refuge. With Coltâs constant terrorist attacksââ
Protector. I thought it as loudly and slowly as possible.
The Matchmaker sighed. âWhat sort of assets can you offer in return for your protection?â
There was something I could stand to think about. Iâd been living in town with Harper and Jax since I was sixteen, so I didnât have any hunting land or cattle to offer a werething. Faeries kind of freaked me out, banging a siren was a definite no, and I wasnât smart enough to be an info dump for the Witchesâ Council like Jax.
My friend Harper has a vamp protector. That seems like a decent setup. She let Logan leech off of her a couple times a week and spent the rest of her time drinking orange juice and lifeguarding out at the lake. I could handle that. Based on experience, I could lose a lot of blood before it slowed me down.
The Matchmaker wrote something else on her post-it and underlined it, but when I tried to read it, she folded her hands so that they blocked my view.
âYouâre not interested in using yourâŠskillsâŠfrom your last placement?â she asked.
I shrugged. I liked sex as much as the next guyâassuming the next guy had also spent the last month with nothing but his right hand for companyâit just got a little weird banging a woman who only breathed when she thought about breathing.
The Matchmaker nodded.
âFind a job,â she said. âWhen youâve got one, bring in your employer info. Thatâll really open up your list of potential protectors.â
I stood up to go.
âTough? You know thereâs a fee for my services?â
I nodded. Nothingâs free in Halo.
***
I let the screen door slam shut and dropped onto the couch between Harper and Jax. Partly because it made me uncomfortable when they made out with me right beside them, and partly becauseâas weak as it soundsâthe night before at the Dark Mansion was still crawling around in my brain and I wanted them to talk until they drowned out that image of Mikal petting Colt like her favorite fucking dog.
Jax paused his bootlegged game, set it up for two-player, and threw me a controller. Zombie-killing.
âStill free-range?â Jax asked.
âIt doesnât work that fast,â Harper said. She looked at me. âRight, Tough? It takes a little time with the Matchmaker?â
I nodded.
âBut she is going to find you a protector?â Harper asked.
Jax made a fart sound. For a guy who was supposed to be a genius, he wasnât real eloquent.
âWhatâs your problem?â Harper snapped.
âHaving the Matchmaker put Toughâs name out there is like hanging an Eat-Me sign on him and Kathan knows it,â Jax said. âItâs a miracle a bunch of NPs didnât chase him home. If I was one, Iâd hang around outside the Matchmakerâs office and just snap âem up as they came out.â
âYeah, well, youâre not an NP, and Toughâs going to be fine,â Harper said. She rubbed my shoulder and I missed a zombie.
âNice shot,â Jax said.
I flipped him the bird, reloaded, and got the zombie with the second round.
Harper was one of those straight-up country girls with the Ford shirts and sexy tore-up jeans, so it wasnât any wonder that she always made me a little crazy, but country boy never was Harperâs type. Gamers with photographic
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