📚 (from sketchy-shark-art)
Book :: The Awakening by Kelley Armstrong
He had a newspaper rolled in his hand, bearing down on me like a puppy that had piddled on the carpet.“Bad Chloe,” I muttered.“What?”
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The necromancer towered over the undead woman, a flash of some unidentifiable emotion going across his features. He had a newspaper rolled in his hand, bearing down on her like a puppy that had piddled on the carpet. She snorted, did he really plan to hit her with that wad of words and expect her not to fight back or what? What was he going to do? Really? If he aimed to hurt her, he’d definitely have to do way better than that, first of all, instead of treating her like a dog.
Shit, she’d be the first to admit she was a bitch but this seems like he was taking that fact a little too literally.
“Bad Yasil.” She snorted under her breath, rolling her frosty eyes up at the demon. It was meant as a joke but it was said humorlessly.