will have to step in. And I’ll be forced to do what I do so goddamn well. You wouldn’t want that, would you? Me, completely wiping out the entire Scottish MacKilligan bloodline because . . . ya know . . . I can.” The smile turned to a grin and that grin grew wide. It wasn’t a sadistic smile, though. That’s what was kind of terrifying about it. It was a pure, happy smile. As if she was at a child’s first birthday party.
