Let me get this straight. First you decide I'm a demon because of a power I didn't ask for and don't even understand. Then when that falls through you label me a fallen sybil and a ho. Am I missing something or do you just not like me
Karen ChanceHe shook me, and despite it being one-handed, it made my teeth rattle. โIf anything like that ever happens again. You. Leave. Me. Behind. Do you understand?โ I would have argued, but I was feeling a little shocky for some reason. โIโm not good at abandoning people,โ I finally said. A front-desk person scurried over, first-aid kit in hand, but Pritkin snarled at the poor guy and he quickly backed up a step. โThen get good at it!โ He stomped off, limping, one shoulder hanging at an odd angle. โYouโre welcome,โ I murmured.
Karen ChanceCan we just do this?โ Ray asked tightly, clinging to Zhengโs already slightly elongated arm. Because Louis-Cesare wasnโt the only one with a master power around here. โLet go,โ Zheng told him. โIโm the rubber band; youโre the spitball. And spitballs donโt hold on to rubber bands.โ โDie in a fire,โ Ray told him savagely. But he let go.
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 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.
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