"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"Aren’t you going to ask me how it went, Kitten?" “You walked in and took the stairs one at a time,” I answered. “And you haven’t barked at me to get in the car, so I take it Majestic didn’t tell you our asses were trophies for hunting season. Am I wrong?"
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2010). “Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.157, Hachette UK
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