Meet #ARCHETYPE ~ Foster & Sonya

Foster… Nothing much to say about him without giving things away.

For me, he’s that guy friend every girl should have. Definitely one of my favorite characters in the book. (Might have something to do with the occasional snarky remark…)

 

“You can be such a girl sometimes,” he said.

I reached up and smacked his uniformed shoulder. “I am a girl.”

“No, you aren’t,” he said and shrugged. “Well, not always.”

“My husband would tell you I am all the time.”

“Your husband gets to go places no man has gone before.” With a grunt, he dropped to his butt next to me. His heavy gear rustled and shifted while he settled.

I rolled my eyes. “Jealous?”

“Absolutely.”

Then there’s Sonya. Another character I can’t talk much about. She’s a doctor that Emma sees with Noah a lot.

A year ago, I would have said I really really liked Sonya, but now I find she’s a little more complex than I first imagined. She’s incredibly smart and incredibly brave. Passionate. But underneath it all, just a woman with the same fears and vulnerability as everyone else.

 

“They’re fine,” she says quietly, “in case you’re curious.”

Not a single flinch of muscle breaks his stony expression. “I assumed as much. I hadn’t heard otherwise, so I figured she’s still kicking.”

Her hand freezes over his for a moment before finishing. She throws the swab in a trash can and unwraps a bandage.

“What’s her name?” she asks casually. “Referring to her by a patient number is getting ridiculous.”

Noah’s jaw sets firm and he nods toward the bandage. “I have somewhere else to be.”

Sonya slaps the bandage on his hand, making him wince. “Get a fucking haircut and shave that shit off your face. You may not be human on the inside, but you could at least look the part.”

Anger flushes his cheeks, but at least now she has his full attention. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means grow a fucking set and man up.” Her eyes scan him from scruff to scuffed boot. “If she could see you—”

He jumps off the bed. “Well, it’s a good goddamn thing she can’t,” he says and storms out of the room.

The door slams behind him and Sonya flinches. “—she’d kick your ass,” she finishes quietly, and the words seem to echo in the empty room.

This is the last “meet ARCHETYPE” post! Don’t forget to check back here this coming Sunday for a chance to win a signed advanced copy.