Hot and Badgered (Honey Badger Chronicles, #1)

by Shelly Laurenston

“Why is she still our responsibility?” “Because she’s our sister and we love her and if we don’t watch out for her, she will get involved with the wrong people, and destroy the world. Is that what you want?” “You always ask me that question, and you’re always disappointed with my answer.”

“Now can I go in and kill everybody?” Max asked. “No.” “You and your half-canine morals. It does nothing but get in the way.” “I know you’re working hard to be a sociopath, but stop it.” “Sociopath is in the eye of the—” “—forensic psychologist working for the prosecution?”

“Can we all calm down? There’s no need to be hysterical.” “How are we hysterical?” Berg asked. “By running in, assuming I’m dying—” “You are drenched in blood,” Berg reminded her. “And your shoulder looks really weird,” Dag flatly added. “That just needs to be yanked back into place.” She scratched her chin. “And a little duct tape on the gunshot wounds will stop the bleeding.” “You’re not a headlight on an old Chevy,” Berg told her. She rolled her eyes but before she said anything, she suddenly sniffed the air. “I got a pie in the oven. Wait here.”

“So why are they helping us?” “Because I asked them to.” Berg shrugged when Charlie kept staring at him. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” “The truth. Have you given them your lives? Do you now owe them a blood debt? Do you have to kill for this?” “Wow,” Dag finally said. “You are really not used to people helping you.”

That ain’t right. That’s—” “Please don’t say unholy.” “—unholy.” Ric briefly placed his head on his desk. “I love how your Christianity only comes into play when you don’t have a rational argument for something you don’t like.”