"Fabiola, please appreciate the fact that I requested Cáel today. If I had you one more hour, I swore to Katrina they'd find your corpse in a Newark landfill," Buffy sneered. "Now scurry off to where you are assigned to be before my first order for Cáel this morning will be to carry your subdued and gagged body to the trunk of our car. I'll be doing the subduing."
Fabiola repositioned herself and said something in Old Kingdom Hittite.
"Your blood is the fecal matter of cats and dogs; unworthy of your station at arms."
Fabiola had this smug, superior look ruining her classically beautiful Italian features. Buffy was angry yet hampered by not being able to understand the insult. I scanned about.
"Tigger," I called out. She was the closest. She quickly gained visual permission by her trai
