The Red Zone (The League, #2)

by Meg Reading

“What do you suggest I do, then?” “You could stop breathing,” she replied flatly. “Then your new home would be a coffin, and I wouldn’t be subject to suffering through another ‘cordial’ conversation with you. It’s a win, win,” she muttered the last sentence with her fakest smile to date.

“Thanks for the good luck kiss, March baby.” “I hope you break every bone in your body,” I muttered with disgust coating my voice.