“We drove in silence for a while. “Can I have a gun?” I asked. “No!” “Just a little one? For my handbag? It’ll give me some street cred with the client.” “No! No! No!” His clenched fists pounded the steering… — j d nixon Copy Share Image
“Myths tend to spiral out of control. Do you howl at the full moon and steal maidens to devour?" "Depends on the maiden," he said. Was he flirting with me? Devouring didn't really go with flirting, but his tone of… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
