I don't know if you heard, but I kind of run this place.

Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

Curran's eyes went gold. His voice dropped into a rough growl. "If you're going to shoot, make sure to empty the clip, because after you're done, I'll shove that gun up your ass sideways."Blue Jacket blinked."Can you even do that?" I asked."Let's find out." Curran stared at the thug. "Well? Shoot, so we can start this experiment.

We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.

Diplomacy was never my strong suit and my patience had run dry. I crouched and called out, "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty." [...]"Kitty, kitty?" asked a level male voice.[...]"What kind of woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?" he asked."One of a kind". I murmered the obvious reply.

Curran growled. "Later, babycakes."Babycakes. Asshole. "Good hunting, sugar woogums.

Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.

How do yo feel about her doing this?" That had to be Mahon. That low-pitched growl could only come from him."We let each other be who we are," Curran said. "I don't have to like all of the things she has to do. I love her.

We have to stop anyway. I don't want you to regret this later. And I don't want your head to explode.""Really? You're so good that my head would explode?"It took him a moment. His expression changed from intense to speculative. "It's a possibility. I'm not a doctor, but Doolittle says it could happen.""That's a lot of expectation to live up to.""I exceed expectations."So modest, too.