Gabby grinned, her hazel eyes sparking with glee. “My, Whitfield, I’m touched by the comparison. Can you imagine how incredible it would be to have the power to turn men into stone?” Whitfield smirked. “I suspect half the ton would be statues by now.” Gabby flicked her fingers. “Oh, more than a half. And you, Your Grace, would have been my first victim.”
The banter!
