Nothing worked quite right to match his wit. Dammit. No doubt I’d stumble upon the perfect zinger in two or three business days. He’d just have to be patient.
Use the spray to block your scent. It should last about an hour. This is Reeves tech, and the device will briefly knock out the cameras. You’ll have ten minutes.
Ohhhh this sounds like aa BAD IDEA. Plz tell me you'll do this later
What I had planned was an inconvenience at best, and nothing that should piss the dragon off into a murder spree. I was at least seventy percent sure of that assessment.
my mouth was bone dry at the mental image of a naked, pierced Slade. It was permanently branded in my brain. “Now move your scrawny ass.” Oh, okay, then. He’d gone too far now;
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt as amused as when I switched off the lights and dozens of tiny green dragons glowed at me from their perches around the room.
It was the same interference she’d tried before, and when my system overrode it, a bark of laughter escaped me. Every shifter in the training facility jerked to a halt, staring at me like I had two fucking heads.