That can’t be true. Remember all of those cozy little couples holding hands at brunch last time we went? Also, one of the supposedly mythical serious relationship Los Angeles men just proposed to me, remember?
Leo pulled her into an embrace and said gently, sweetly, Then I will have my Onorios take you and your sister to the mountains of Georgia, far from the nearest habitation of cattle, far from the nearest protection from daylight, far from food and safety. They will drain you both, in the Onorio way, and drop you from a helicopter.La faute est à moi, Alesha said. Katie whipped her head to her sister, still standing at her side. I had practically forgotten her, in the soap opera of Leo and Katie, playing out on a public stage. Madam Spy was biting her knuckles with her own fangs. Clear, human-looking tears ran down her face. She shook her head. Je suis la coupable. Tout est de ma faute. Tout est de ma faute.
Katherine! Leo demanded, his voice low.Katie whipped her head around to Leo.He said, Nous vous offrons le salut. Acceptez notre miséricorde.
I had learned a lot of French just being around HQ, but I must have looked confused because Edmund said from the dais, to me, Alesha says it is all her fault. Leo offered her mercy.Leo said, Ne me forcez pas à vous tuer toutes les deux.
Edmund said, Do not make me kill you both.
Nous acceptons votre offre et jurons fidélité, Alesha said.Look, Drew, I’m too busy to deal with this. I don’t think this is a good idea.
Drew barely caught himself from cursing out loud, and luckily remembered that there were small children and their parents just outside the door.Dr. Nichols? The knock on his door was louder. Shit, he was running even later than usual.
Come on, Alexa. What the hell?He slammed his phone down onto his desk and opened his office door hard enough for it to bang into the wall. Why the fuck did women have to do things like this?