He shrugged. What did you expect me to do, Rose, compliment her shoes? She’s a trained killer who issues ultimatums on behalf of an entire coven of psychics. I don’t think we’d get very far with girl talk, and besides, have you seen her shoes?
I had to admit that there was a twisted kind of reason to his logic. To get any information out of Selena, we’d have to talk her into spending more than three minutes at a time in our presence. If challenging her to show off her skills gave us more time to work our way in, it wasn’t the worst idea in the world—except for the part where Macbeth volunteered to be the target.
“You want me to demonstrate my skills on you?” The neutral set of Selena’s features gave way to a small, self-satisfied smile.
Macbeth straightened his lapels. “I’d love for you
