As he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer. Curran looked at the fan. โWhat?โ "An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints.โ Curran just stared at him. Raphael strode toward the Pit, turned, flexed a bit, and winked at me. "Give me that,โ I told Curran. โI need to fan myself.โ "No, you donโt.
Ilona AndrewsCurran struck at my wrist. His fingers were cat-quick, but I had spent my life honing my reflexes, and he missed. โWell, look at that.โ I studied my free wrist. โDenied. Good-bye
Ilona AndrewsIt depends. If I don't let you in, will you huff and puff and blow my house down?" She had no idea. "I'm more of a kick the door open and cut everyone inside to ribbons kind of wolf.
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