“Who cares about safe? I spend my days plotting the demise of men who take advantage of those weaker than them. It is not safe work. But it is mine. And I choose it.” She paused. “In the last two weeks, I have drugged an earl, broken the nose of a thug thrice, and robbed a viscount—three events where you have been by my side and I have been safe, I might add. I carry a blade in my pocket and my dearest friends are a spymaster, a con artist, and a woman who is extremely fond of explosives. I am recklessness personified.”
