She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.

She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.

I have died and gone to the land of bad novels.

Madame Lefoux shrugged. "I do not know about that, my lady. I mean to say, one's life is one thing; one's technology is an entirely different matter.

Alexia abhorred hypocrisy, especially when munitions were involved.

Lord Maccon asked meekly, shifting against her in a manner that ensured she realized the nibbling had affected his outsides just as much as her insides. Alexia was partly shocked, partly intrigued by the idea that as he was naked, she might actually get to see what he looked like. She had seen sketches of the nude male, of course, for purely technical purposes. She was given to wonder if werewolves were anatomically bigger in certain areas.

I am entirely capable." "Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?