A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. โWhat do you want?โ he said softly.
Kim HarrisonHey, ah, does anyone want a cookie or something? Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila , maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.
Kim HarrisonRachel?โ came Ivyโs voice from her room. โWhereโs my sword?โ โIn the foyer where you left it last week when the evangelists were canvassing the neighborhood
Kim HarrisonIโm not going to pick her up and carry her screaming to the basement,โ Trent said. โItโs a workday. Besides, she has a crutch.โ โCrutch or no, sheโs hurt!โ Ceri protested. โI mean,โ Trent said intently, โshe can hit me with it if I do something she doesnโt like.
Kim HarrisonTrent, do you have any weapons? Like a gun?โ He looked at me in disgust. โYouโre here to protect me,โ he said as he closed the distance between us and stood beside me. โYou didnโt bring a weapon?โ โYeah, I brought a weapon,โ I snapped as I brought my splat gun out and aimed it at the ceiling where the sounds were coming from. โI just thought that since youโre a freaking murderer you might have a gun, too (...)
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