Some part of her mind recognizes the snarling growl that has the opposite effect on her it had before. Last time, she'd almost peed herself with how scared she'd been of him. Now? It was like having Backup show up out of nowhere and she felt a wash of relief when the hand she couldn't push away that had been going places it didn't need to go disappeared.
She slid down the wall and fogged out for a minute... maybe two. But her eyes fought to pull themselves open when she felt hands on her again. Blurry vision found a scowling face and god damn if she wasn't glad to see Derek. Creepy weirdo sulking werewolf he might be, but nothing she'd seen about him had giving her rapey vibes. Veronica had pretty good rapedar, courtesy of her own run ins, and Derek didn't set it off. He set off other blips; he was dangerous and she knew it and she still had no idea what that whole kissing booth thing had been about. Maybe her dad was right. Maybe she did have some kind of weird fixation on bad boys.
Nah. That was just ridiculous.
But the use of her actual name wasn't quite noticed as she took offense at the insinuation that she was drunk. She fought to lift her head, tried to give him a glare, but she barely made her mouth work. "M'not drunk. No booze. B'st'rd drugged..." Yep. That was the extent of her vocabulary skills right now.
The worst part was that her mind was right there along with it, fading in and out and tossing in random images from other occasions when she'd been helpless. She'd kick herself later for the small whimper that left her.
Pff. Rude, Derek. So very rude. So much judging
She slid down the wall and fogged out for a minute... maybe two. But her eyes fought to pull themselves open when she felt hands on her again. Blurry vision found a scowling face and god damn if she wasn't glad to see Derek. Creepy weirdo sulking werewolf he might be, but nothing she'd seen about him had giving her rapey vibes. Veronica had pretty good rapedar, courtesy of her own run ins, and Derek didn't set it off. He set off other blips; he was dangerous and she knew it and she still had no idea what that whole kissing booth thing had been about. Maybe her dad was right. Maybe she did have some kind of weird fixation on bad boys.
Nah. That was just ridiculous.
But the use of her actual name wasn't quite noticed as she took offense at the insinuation that she was drunk. She fought to lift her head, tried to give him a glare, but she barely made her mouth work. "M'not drunk. No booze. B'st'rd drugged..." Yep. That was the extent of her vocabulary skills right now.
The worst part was that her mind was right there along with it, fading in and out and tossing in random images from other occasions when she'd been helpless. She'd kick herself later for the small whimper that left her.