He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.

Your master plan has holes big enough to drive a truck through.

I will devour you. I will lick your bones clean and crush them between my teeth. I will suck the marrow…” “That’s nice,” Kate said. “The shield.

Unfortunately, the Best Lord had condemned both vehicles as unsafe and instead I now leased a Pack Jeep I called Hector. Equipped with dual engines, Hector worked during magic or tech. He didn't go very fast, especially during magic, but so far he hadn't stalled on me either. As long as our high-speed chases stayed under forty-five miles an hour, we would be all set.

Perhaps I just wasn't scary enough. Maybe I should invest in some horns or fangs.

The sight of me puffing and straining apparently amused him to no end.

Judging by the hard lines of his face and the flat look in his eyes, he'd left the Marines, but the Corps hadn't quite left him.