I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you’ve gone all stabby and whatnot.

And it's just a hunt?" Bea asked. "Just tracking the guy down, or are we going to have to do a little covering up of our own?" Had she just told me she was willing to kill someone and cover it up? She gave me a happy smile, but that glint in her eyes told me that, yes, she'd just offered to off someone.

I don’t know how to explain it.” “Try words. If that doesn’t work, we’ll move on to interpretive dance.

But it is clear to me that our survival—both yours and mine—will be dictated by how well you and I can work together.” “So we’re screwed?

Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already.

…I noticed you don’t have any self-defense training…” “…I can handle myself just fine.” She stared at me for a long, uncomfortable moment. Finally, “In the very short time I’ve known you, you have been chased, shot, robbed, stabbed, drugged, and attacked by magic.” “I’m still breathing, aren’t I?

The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users.