He snarled. I showed him my teeth. A rolled-up newspaper landed on my head and then on Jimโs. โNone of that in my house!โ Oh my gods. The alpha of Clan Cat just got smacked with a rolled-up newspaper.
Ilona AndrewsI thought of telling him that if it wasn't for Oklahoman cowboys and Mexican whores having a bit of fun, there would've been no Texans, but that would be counterproductive.
Ilona AndrewsHe strained to say something else. I leaned toward him. He focused on me. โRape,โ he promised. โMany, many times. Until you bleed . . .โ โIโm so flattered.
Ilona AndrewsSo. You refuse my money, you serve me thirty-year-old Highland Park scotch, and we've been in the same room for approximately five minutes, yet none of my bones are broken. This leads me to believe that your back is against the wall and you desperately need me for something. I'm dying to know what that is.
Ilona Andrews