“What was that?” Marconi said, overloud. Gretchen winced as her hangover reared its head. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your life spinning out of control.” “Please,” Gretchen purred, amused now. “You haven’t seen me out of control yet.” Marconi jerked her head toward the door, a subtle reminder that Gretchen had pinned her there earlier. Gretchen laughed. “The fact that you’ll have bruises instead of a gaping chest wound should tell you everything you need to know about my control.” A corner of Marconi’s lips twitched. “My hero.”
