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“There’s a naked woman in your cabinet . . . and she’s eaten all the honey.”
“She’s my friend and under my protection, and she promises not to attack anyone. Right, Livy?” “No.”
“Of course she won’t raid your hives. Right, Livy?” “No.” Vic bared a fang at Livy, and after she rolled her eyes, she said, “Fine. I won’t raid your hives.”
“Screaming like a three-year-old girl about his hair? That seems like an automatic loss to me.”
“Is the problem that you live like a bear”—she leaned in, lowered her voice even more—“but fuck like a cat? And is that what has you completely freaked out right now? Because the cat in you is the side you can’t control?”
“They are Slavs, like me,” Sabina replied. “And the world will bleed for the wrong done to them, my friend. The world will bleed.”
Sabina smirked. “Don’t know why you look like that. You could have nice, boring wild dog with science degree and breed nice, boring wild dog pups. You picked hillbilly wolf with unstable family. Now you have unstable pup. Yet so much shock. Sometimes you make no sense.”
But a PhD in psychology would allow me to understand my enemies so I can destroy them and their careers before they get in my way.”
“I’m more worried,” Cooper whispered back, “that he’ll become ruling overlord of the universe and we’ll have to find some kind of magic sword if we hope to destroy him.”
Best sentence EVER!!
“Maybe my little Olivia is not . . . but you are. I see it in your big, dumb cat eyes.”
“I have no idea,” Vic whispered back. “I don’t even know the man. But I get around him and all I want to do is tear his head off and wear it like a hat.”
“I have no problem killing both of you,” MacRyrie snapped. “And keep in mind, I used to kill for a living.”
“And to think I could have stayed at home with the weird kid . . .”
“How do you know I’d get my hands on a death ray?” “Kyle said he was designing one, because it needed to be aesthetically attractive, and was going to have Freddy and Troy build it.” “Then I can get my hands on a death ray . . . that’s good to know.”
“I’m in love with you,” Livy snapped. “And it’s your fucking fault.”
