“Marshall perched hesitantly beside me."They asked me to protect you."My eyes widened. "What? Who did? The Sisterhood?""No, the Teletubbies did. Of course, the Sisterhood." Marshall rolled his eyes at me, and it took all of my will power not to shove him off the bench.”

“Arrogant, rude bastard had insulted me, creeped me out, pissed me off, and made me restless all weekend. Now he was fucking with my orgasms. ~Danny Marshal~”

“My eyes widened as I looked at him. 'Then you bit me, you weirdo.”

“What's with the beard and the horse mane? You look like Rent-a-Villain."The volhv's eyes widened. He raised his hand at me. "Well you don't look... female... in your pants.""That's a hell of an insult. Did you think of it all by yourself or did you ask your god for help?”

“With my sister perched on my arm, I walked to the elevator. A business man with a rolling suitcase was waiting by the doors. His eyes widened as he saw me. I must’ve looked pretty strange—a tall black kid in dirty, ragged Egyptian clothes, with a weird box tucked under one arm and a bird of prey perched on the other.“How’s it going?” I said.“I’ll take the stairs.” He hurried off.”

“Wulfe leaned in. "Where did you send Ms. Benoit?""Disneyland.""Who knows my connection to the Zetas?" "The US Marshall Service, SWAT, my dentist, Oprah---""How did you know we were coming? Clearly, someone tipped you off.""That guy." Zach points with a jerk of his head toward of of Wulfe's minions. The man looked uncertainly at Wulfe, taking a step backward. "He text me just before you stepped in the elevator.”