“If male intimidation is your tactic,” I say coolly, anchoring my hand against the only defense I've really got—Astero, “I'm the kind of crazy bitch that steps toe to toe, not cower away.” The corners of his lips twitch. “You do know how much stronger and faster I am than you, do you not? Is it wise to bait such an opponent?” “Is it equally wise to piss off the small woman with a couple-hundred-pound attack waterhorse by her side?” I return sweetly.
