Aw, fudge,' floated down to me, as a couple of golden eyes peered over a third-floor window ledge. 'You're a freaking dhampir. Why are you reading Tolkien?' I shrugged, then had to dodge the potted geranium he threw at me. 'After five hundred years, you've read just about everything. Besides, he had hella world-building skills.
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Karen ChanceI couldnโt see Pritkinโs face very well, just a pale blur against the shadows, but he didnโt sound happy. Some people thought he had only one mode... pissed off. In reality, he had plenty of them. Over the past few weeks, Iโd learned to tell the difference between real pissed off, impatient pissed off and scared pissed off. I suspected that this was the last kind. If so, that made two of us.
Karen ChanceIโm beginning to sense a theme,โ Mircea said, tossing his suit coat over a buckskin-covered chair. A moose head with huge, outspread antlers loomed over it, its bright glass eyes looking oddly lifelike in the low light. Mircea took in the room, his expression slightly repulsed yet fascinated. โI believe there is only one thing to say at this point.โ Whatโs that?โ Yee haw,โ he said gravely, and took me down like a rodeo calf.
Karen ChanceI'm fine," I told him tersely. "Of course you are. You're one of the strongest people I know." It took me a second to process that, because he'd said it so casually. Like he was talking about the weather or what time it was. Only Pritkin didn't say things like that. His idea of a compliment was a nod and to tell me to do whatever it was I'd just done over again. Like that was usually possible. But that had sounded suspiciously like a compliment to me.
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