We need you to do some reconnaissance. A simple flyby over our ranch. All you have to do is count the cars and tell us how many men you see hanging around the property.”
Kai shook his head without a moment’s hesitation. “Not even if you fed me your firstborn, still wet and screaming.”
I blinked, but for a long moment, his words made no sense. Not the refusal. The part about cannibalizing my theoretical future child. “Well, isn’t that…gruesome? Who are you, Rumpelstiltskin?”
Kai frowned, as if I made no sense to him. “No thunderbird would claim a name so senselessly flamboyant.
Stichwörter: faythe-sanders kai
A minute later, Jace landed where I’d fallen, and I helped him up.
“You okay?”
“Hell, no.” He actually wobbled on his feet and clung to me, his face whiter than a sun-bleached Texas sidewalk. “There’s a reason cats don’t have wings.”
“Yeah, but at least we always land on our feet.”
“Then why did I land on my ass?
Stichwörter: jace-hammond faythe-sanders
Pain ripped through my leg, and I knew from the powerful scent and the disturbing warmth that my blood was flowing freely. I kicked instinctively with my left leg, and followed that with another blow from the shovel, this one powered by anger, as well as fear. And to my extreme satisfaction, that bastard hobbled away from me with a dislocated shoulder, mewling like a newborn kitten.
Meow, meow, motherfucker.
Stichwörter: faythe-sanders
Holy silicone suppository, Batman!” Ethan said, grinning. Dan snorted, Parker coughed to disguise a laugh, and I glared at them all. “What?” My brother shrugged defensively. “That’s what it looks like.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: dan parker faythe-sanders ethan-sanders
He couldn’t be serious. He was not accusing Marc of wanting me dead! If that wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black, I’d…I’d…pound the shit out of the pot myself!
Rachel VincentStichwörter: faythe-sanders
I’m glad you think so. I’ve always considered my sense of humor to be largely underappreciated, so it’s nice to finally meet a fan.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: faythe-sanders
You think he left a big flashing arrow pointing to a filing cabinet labeled 'Evidence Here!'? He's a Stray, Ethan, not Wile E. Coyote!
Rachel VincentStichwörter: funny prey sarcastic faythe-sanders ethan-sanders
He went down like a cheerleader after prom.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: faythe-sanders
And the council doesn’t recognize any kind of temporary insanity defense. Which was a real shame, because most of the councilmen had considered me crazy for most of my life.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: faythe-sanders
I will never marry you. I will never have sex with you voluntarily. And the day you touch me without permission will be the day you swallow your own testicles whole. Do you understand?
Rachel VincentStichwörter: faythe-sanders
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