They-" He stopped and just blinked at me for a minute. "You know, people are always saying that you're cuckoo. Looney Tunes. Off the freaking edge. But I tell 'em, no, she's okay. She's got some...anger management issues. But you know what? They're right. You're nuts.
Karen ChanceDorina?" Louis Cesare's voice was loud in my ear. The one I had squeezed against the phone, which was squeezed against my sore shoulder, becuase I was using both hands to keep Ray's point in his pants. "The fey, damm it!" I told him. "They're for the fey!" "Which one?" Louis Cesare asked, his voice going velvety soft. "All of them- No Ray! Ray, cut it out!" "All of them?
Karen ChancePoireaux vinaigrette aux grains de caviar.โ I did a quick translation. โLeeks and fish eggs in vinegar?โ He grinned. โIt sounds better in French.โ Yeah, but did it taste better?
Karen ChanceHe smiled at that, and then his gaze shifted to a spot over my shoulder and it faded. 'These doubts wouldnโt have anything to do with the company youโre keeping of late, would they?' I didnโt get a chance to answer before the shop door was thrown open and a furious war mage stomped in. Pritkin spotted me and his eyes narrowed. 'You shaved my legs?!' Mircea looked at me and folded his arms across his chest. I looked from one unhappy face to the other and suddenly remembered that I had somewhere else to be.
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