It was the habit of never, ever finishing a story the way anyone expected.
Serpien snapped his fingers. The first man lunged. It was the habit of never, ever finishing
“I think I haven’t broken a sweat,” Kandy said. “And these are Manolos.” “I think I haven’t broken a sweat,” Kandy said
She was the Hi Kix Kick Ass Model Habit. A mouthful, yes, but so was a roundhouse to the teeth. By day, she graced magazine covers in Milan. By night, she was a mixed-fighting retrieval agent for a shadow syndicate that paid in uncut sapphires. Her habit? She never lost. And she always, always kicked high. By day, she graced magazine covers in Milan
Serpien’s eyes rolled back. He crumpled.
She stood, wiped her shin on his silk shirt, and walked out through the casino’s kitchen, past stunned cooks holding ladles like weapons.
“Serpien is sleeping,” she said. “Drive retrieved. And tell wardrobe I need new heels. These have blood on them.”