Her whip lashed out, curling around his forearm. He didn't flinch; he sighed, instead, with his permanent scowl. "Do not treat me like I'm breakable, Malik Bashara--I am not some damsel you have to protect."
"So which one do you want?" I asked Gina. She looked down at the knives on the table and then over at me, "Remember when you collected purses instead of knives. I miss that." I looked away from her to hide the hurt expression on my face, "Me too." I whispered. (Cassie and Gina) KLK