A compassion swirled form nowhere in the high I was lost in. She needed me. She needed me to accept her for what she was. And when I realized that I had it within myself to give her at least this small part of me, the last of my fear melted away.
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 (...)
Kim HarrisonCome work for me, and Iโll tell you.โ My eyes went to his. โYou are a thief, a cheat, a murderer, and a not-nice man,โ I said calmly. โI donโt like you.โ He shrugged, the motion making him look utterly harmless. โIโm not a thief,โ he said. โAnd I donโt mind manipulating you into working for me when I need it.โ He smiled, showing me perfect teeth. โI enjoy it, actually.
Kim HarrisonShot me twice. I want my name, or I'm going to start charging you a fee every time I field something for you. And it's going to be expensive. I'm Park Place. Bud-dy." His red, goat-slitted eyes squinted at me from over his smoked glasses. "You're more like Oriental Avenue right now, dove. What are you on?
Kim Harrison