
Zhi gave Flit a look like he'd just gone and pissed on her boots. Her tail lashed side-to-side behind her. "What rat gone an' bit yer tail, then? Ye'll do no such, an' ye can go take a dip in th' harbor if ye so much as think o' liftin' a blade while yer dealin' fer me coz ye got some fly in yer ear." Her mouth twisted up in a sneer, baring a fang at him.
The reprimand was second nature; her mind was elsewhere.
"What's Thatcher's movements, o' late? What's she gettin' to?" Suspicion colored her tone.
The reprimand was second nature; her mind was elsewhere.
"What's Thatcher's movements, o' late? What's she gettin' to?" Suspicion colored her tone.