She doesn't even know how to kill things properlike? What kind of girl have you given me to, goddess?" Vic protested, fixing his eye on Nike once more. Nike let out a laugh. " Vic is a little bloodthirsty. You'll get used to it.

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

You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.

One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.

Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?

And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.