Rafe, the guild leader, would just love that s**t. That arrogant prick was always trying to get me to take a vacation. As if I needed a vacay from a life that was basically one big party. A party filled with creatures who were trying to kill me, sure, but what was a party without a little blood?
“Sheila is the sword. You mentioned that.” Then he grinned. He was really into the whole idea of me carrying around a sword named Sheila.
Or maybe just me carrying around a sword.
Maybe he was into having s*x with both me and Sheila. I could make that happen.
“Who’s Lola?” he asked, looking all pretty and fuckable.
“My car.”
“You named your car Lola?”
“Lola’s sexy. She should have a sexy name.”
“Your car is sexy.” His grin broadened to an outright smile, then he tugged me closer so I was st
