He 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.
Karen ChanceI narrowed my eyes at it. Ming-deโs little gift, I assumed. โYou look better in color,โ I snapped. He sent me a sultry look over his shoulder. โReally? Most women think I look better in nothing at all.
Karen ChanceI dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. 'Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let's not do this again sometime, okay?' Before I could move, Pritkin was there, jamming the medallion into the skin of my upper arm.'Ow!'He looked at me expectantly. I glared at him. 'That hurt!' What do you see?' A big red mark.
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.
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