There's nothing I can do that's going to drive you away, is there?" I murmured. Owen flashed me a sly grin. "Finally figuring that out, are you? I nodded. His grin deepened. "Well, it sure took you long enough.

I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

What can I say?" I grinned. I have a magic touch when it comes to animals." Daphne snorted. "You're touched in the head is more like it.

Instead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.