He smirked. “Thank you for reminding me why our relationship is what it is. Every once in a while, I manage to forget what you really are.” “Is that so? And just what do you think I am?” I asked. “Dangerous.” I flashed him a saccharine-sweet smile. “Do you think you can find your way out, or do you want me to help you down the stairs face-first?” “I think I can manage. Keep your things out of my life.” “Yeah? Well, keep your life out of my work,” I shot back, crossing the room and gesturing toward the open door.
