Boots and leather jackets were strewn on her bed, and what looked like a new knife set. Sheโd taken a class last winter and was dying to try them out legally on someone.
Kim HarrisonThe car picked up speed, and the sound seemed to lull me.I could relax, I thought as I felt the tingling of circulation in my limbs. I was in Trentโs car, wrapped in a blanket, and held in his arms. He wouldnโt let anything hurt me. He wasnโt singing, though,I mused.Shouldnโt he be singing?
Kim HarrisonHis attitude, though always bad, has changed since he helped me prep the Pandora charm for Morgan. He thinks I'm falling for her, as ridiculous as that sounds, and he might be tempted to take matters into his hands.
Kim HarrisonShut up," I hissed. Ticked that he was taller than me, I stepped up onto a nearby coffee table. "I'm not in a cage anymore," I said, keeping enough presence of mind not to poke him in the chest with a finger. His face went startled, then cloric. "The only thing between your head and my foot becoming real close and personal right now is my questionable professionalism. And if you ever threaten me again, I'll slam you halfway across the room before you can say number-two pencil. Got it, you tall freak of nature?
Kim Harrison