Oct 17, 2014
"My wish is your command."
Silas hitched a brow faintly, magpistol relaxing in a recoil back, remaining more passively aloft.
Well, that was certainly a first.
Why the hell couldn’t more people be more compliant with a gun pointed at them? Certainly made her job easier.
Then she felt her lower right eyelid tick a bit, memory stirring into place.
"No funny business, Mister Fletcher."
No dropping pants.
Seriously.