“"So, you’re our keeper? How does one find a job like that? Answer an ad in the classifieds? ‘Wanted—werecat with a small brain and even smaller heart.’ Do you get benefits? Dental, maybe? ’Cause you’re going to need it when I break off every tooth in your mouth.” Ryan frowned, looking more ashamed than frightened.”
“Great. Nothing beats several hours in a car with a pissed-off werecat. Welcome to my life.”
“deductive reasoning. It's a perk sometimes available to those of us on the top rung of the evolutionary ladder.”
“My face held the single-most bizarre combination of features I’d ever seen. And by “bizarre,” I mean ugly as shit. But on the bright side, if the whole enforcer thing didn’t work out, I’d have a long career waiting for me in the circus.”
““Was.” I stressed. “He was bound and gagged. Now he’s probably in there using the last of my shampoo. He better not come out smelling like lavender."”
“Who the hell is that?One whiff gave me the answer. Marc. I was in bed with Marc and Jace? I should sure as hell have some memory of that!”
““Next time you want to manipulate someone, remember to leave the poor bastard a little hope to keep him cooperative. Simple, but effective.””
““That’s only natural. Cats hate being confined, and I’ve certainly done my fair share of running in the past. Hell, I’ve probably done your share too.” I grinned..”
“As i watchted, the left corner of his mouth began to twitch above his thin, trin beard, a sure sign that he was having fun. The pompus bastard loved pushing my buttons. He'd just found the one labled Use With Caution, then poked it anyway.”
“Mental Note: baby birds? Not Cuddly.”
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