That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.

The panther prowled around me in a loose, wide circle. Its mouth turned down, almost in a pout, and it seemed disappointed that I wasn't going to run away. Or scream, at the very least. Its tail, which was at least three feet long, twitched back and forth in what seemed to be annoyance. Or maybe anticipation. I didn't know. I'd always been more of a dog person. I cleared my throat, and the panther stopped and flicked up one of its rounded ears. Listening. "Um, nice kitty?

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

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

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

Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.” “Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows. There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter. “Shut up, idiot.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?