I have to find out.
"And we have a winner," Ethan snickered as he inspected the bodies. "Give us a hand, why don't you? Move your lazy asses," he barked out with a laugh. We rolled our eyes at him and took our place on some crates at the corner of the room. "Just because you killed a few people, you guys think that you are untouchable," he snorted and then sorted through the identification of the pansies Darcy had hired to stop us.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked him.
He gave me a passing glance before pocketing the IDs. "You should always keep spare identification. Didn't you know, kitten?" I sneered at him in true cat fashion, and he raised his brows at me in amusement.
"You don't get to call me that, you big oaf," I said, jocundly. "You will face copyright issues if you repeat said indiscretion, are we clear?" I warned him playfully. He nodded emphatically, before letting out a loud laugh and then moving up the stairs.
