Lucky Seven Meme
I recently got tagged by Colin F Barnes in the Lucky Seven Meme game.
So, before my entry, here’s the rules.
Rules of the game:
*Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP
*Go to line 7
*Copy down the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them exactly as they’re written. No cheating.
*Tag 7 authors
*Let them know
She paused for a heartbeat. “Dad says you’re the scariest person he’s ever met. But that you’re the good-guy. You don’t look scary.”
Her words almost caused me to laugh, and I had to think how best to answer. “I’m only scary to people who deserve it.”
Apparently that was the answer she wanted to hear as she darted off a moment later when the front door opened. “Mum,” she shouted from down the hallway.
“Olivia,” I said with a slight nod as she embraced her daughter.
“Nathan,” she said, not exactly sounding happy about seeing me. “I assume you and Tommy spent the night getting drunk.”
“Better than therapy,” I pointed out as Tommy made his way down the stairs wearing a clean, green shirt and faded jeans.
“Morning, all.” He was far too cheerful for the amount of alcohol he’d consumed, which dwarfed my own intake. A werewolf’s healing ability made even mine look stagnant in comparison.