“It’s not our fault we’re naturally radiant,” I said. “Naturally arrogant, you mean,” Tory corrected, arching a brow at me. She was wearing leather pants, plus a scowl deep enough to cause real bodily damage, and was looking all kinds of badass herself – she just needed to work on her signature pose and she’d be good to go. I could see it now on the front of a magazine. Bitchy Flame Eyes in beast mode. “That too,” I agreed with a sideways grin, and she almost cracked one in response.
