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The panther gave a
mournful yowl, huffing as it hunched over on itself. The cry chilled Zeara to
the bone and the skin on her arms prickled into goose bumps. They all stared at
him as he turned his back to them, his shoulders shaking with the noises he was
making.
"Is he having a
seizure?" Brae's voice wavered, sounding frightened.
Even as Shy shook her
head, Zeara spoke. "No, he's not. It almost looks like... It's so stupid.
Never mind."
"What?"
Brae's eyes flicked to her with curiosity, but immediately returned to the
panther.
"Like...like he's
crying."
They watched him in
silence for a moment as the eerie wails echoed off the concrete room. Each of
them jumped when the police officer burst in, the double doors making a loud boom as they swung open, then thudded
closed.
"Everyone all right
in here?"
Zeara tried not to roll
her eyes at his southern drawl. She fought the urge to snap back with a
sarcastic reply. Oh no, Officer. The
panther is crying like a baby and we can't get him to stop. Will you go warm
him a glass of milk while Brae sings him a lullaby? Instead, she clenched
her teeth and looked to her coworkers for help.
Brae, aware of her
phobia of cops, stepped forward with a bright smile on her face. Zeara groaned
inwardly. She knew that smile. Brae had just flipped on the dumb-blonde-sex-appeal
personality that she was known for. The thing that made it most aggravating was
that, even after years of friendship and working together, Zeara still couldn't
tell if it was an act, or if that really was how Brae coped when she felt
nervous.
"Everything is
a-okay, Officer. We won't be getting any work done here." She pouted, her
lip stuck out like a child, and Zeara fought the urge to pop her across the
back of the head. "Could you give us a ride home? My office is so small
and there just really isn't anywhere big enough to...you know..." She
waggled her eyebrows at the man.
"Sleep," the
cop filled in helpfully.
Brae giggled.
"Well, that too, I guess."
By
the gods, I'm back in high school. Zeara tried desperately
not to smack her own forehead with her palm. This was just too much.
"Listen, I don't care what kind of sleeping goes on, so long as I get to
go home and soon."
"Killjoy,"
Brae muttered as the cop's facial features melded back into Mr. Professional.
"Whore,"
Zeara fired back in an equally low tone.
Shy, who was close
enough to hear the entire conversation, turned when the panther began issuing a
chuffing noise. "Well, if nothing else, you two made him laugh."
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