Ilona Andrews Quote
It’s not like I could kill Curran now. It’s not like I kill Curran now. I could always try. Later.The Beast Lord crossed his arms on his chest. His face looked placid. Calm before the storm . . .The jaguar at my feet tensed and tried to look smaller. Nick needed a bit of a distraction while he rode like a bat out of hell on the horse commandeered from the Pack stables. I’d provided that distraction by leading Jim and his posse of pissy shapechangers on a merry chase through the countryside. Just so we’re clear, Curran said. You understand that I didn’t wish you or the Crusader to leave Keep?Yes.That’s what I thought, Curran said.He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. My feet felt no floor. His fingers crushed my neck.I clasped the hand that held me and jammed a long silver needle into his palmar nerve between the index finger and thumb. Curran’s fingers trembled. His hand opened releasing me. I slid to the floor, dropped, and swiped at his legs. He fell. I rolled away and came to my feet. On the opposite side of the room Curran rose to a half crouch, his eyes burning gold.The whole thing took maybe two seconds. The stunned audience never got a chance to react.Curran reached for the needle, pulled it out, and dropped it to the floor, never taking his eyes off me.It’s okay, I told him. I have more.
It’s not like I could kill Curran now. It’s not like I kill Curran now. I could always try. Later.The Beast Lord crossed his arms on his chest. His face looked placid. Calm before the storm . . .The jaguar at my feet tensed and tried to look smaller. Nick needed a bit of a distraction while he rode like a bat out of hell on the horse commandeered from the Pack stables. I’d provided that distraction by leading Jim and his posse of pissy shapechangers on a merry chase through the countryside. Just so we’re clear, Curran said. You understand that I didn’t wish you or the Crusader to leave Keep?Yes.That’s what I thought, Curran said.He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. My feet felt no floor. His fingers crushed my neck.I clasped the hand that held me and jammed a long silver needle into his palmar nerve between the index finger and thumb. Curran’s fingers trembled. His hand opened releasing me. I slid to the floor, dropped, and swiped at his legs. He fell. I rolled away and came to my feet. On the opposite side of the room Curran rose to a half crouch, his eyes burning gold.The whole thing took maybe two seconds. The stunned audience never got a chance to react.Curran reached for the needle, pulled it out, and dropped it to the floor, never taking his eyes off me.It’s okay, I told him. I have more.