You've always been there for me. Always. Even when I…" V
"Even when you what?" B
"You know." V
"What?" B
"Fuck. Even when I was in love with you. Or some shit." V
Butch clasped his hands to his chest. "Was? Was? I can't believe you've lost interest." He threw one arm over his eyes, all Sarah Bernhardt. "My dreams of our future are shattered—" B
"Shut it, cop." V
Butch looked out from under his arm. "Are you kidding me? The reality show I had planned was fantastic. Was going to pitch it to VH1. Two Bites Are Better Than One. We were going to make millions ." B
"Oh, for the love.
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It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.
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Wrath what do you say"
"Fuck' came the reply
"Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer".
Tell me this isn't permanent"
"No, you have to give me my weapon back at the end."
Har-har, hardy-har-har. "I'm talking to Jim."
"No, it's not," the angel answered from out of Veck's mouth. "I can get free as easily as I got in."
"You sure about that?"
"Nope."
"Fabulous.
Matter of fact, when it came to manscaping, all he had was a dark stripe that ran between his belly button and his...
You know, maybe size did matter, she thought.
Hello? You tracking at all? Or were you planning on sleeping through this round."
The lids on that red stare lifted. "I'm not sleeping."
"Meditating. Whatever."
"I wasn't meditating."
"Fine. Psychically manipulating energy fields——"
"You make me dizzy when you pace. It's vertigo diversion.
That's where you come in. I want into that guy's mind, and you need to tell me how to do it."
Ad shrugged. "Personally, I'd just use a hacksaw, but—"
"There are potential consequences and side effects," Eddie said carefully.
"Like what?"
"Well, worst case... he could end up like Adrian.
Then how about we start with a shower," he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.
J.R. WardHow'm I doin'?" Jim asked in his own voice—hey, he could talk out of the bastard's mouth, too.
Across the way, Adrian shrugged. "Pretty damn good—I can't sense you. But I gotta ask—the pair of you want a cigarette? Or are you going for a twofer?
Tell me something, boys," he drawled. "Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?
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