He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.
Ilona AndrewsBarabas placed a stack on the table and held the chair out for me. โFor you.โ โIโm hungry and I donโt have time for this.โ Barabasโs eyes held no mercy. โMake time, Alpha. You have two hands. You can eat and sign simultaneously.โ Curran grinned. โEnjoying my suffering?โ I asked. โI find it hilarious that youโll run into a gunfight with nothing but your sword, but paperwork makes you panic.โ Barabas put a thicker stack in front of him. โThis is yours, mโlord.โ Curran swore.
Ilona AndrewsCurran scrutinized Martโs face. โI canโt figure out if he wants to kill you or screw you.โ โIโll be glad to make the choice for him.โ Curran looked back at me. โWhy is it you always attract creeps?โ โYou tell me.โ Ha! Walked right into that one, yes, he did.
Ilona AndrewsA tall blonde entered the room, wearing a yellow sash that marked her as advocate. Two men followed her, carrying papers. She was lean and long-legged, with a graceful neck and nice ankles, and William took a minute to watch her come down the aisle. She looked high-strung and difficult. Still, good legs. Mmm, smelled of mimosa, too. Expensive scent. Cerise smelled better, when clean.
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