No time for a blog post. :: Throws the snippet and runs away::
“It’s like talking to a wall,” Leon said.
Arabella turned her head and hit him with a death glare. “Did you even try to negotiate?”
“How did that go? Walk me through it.”
He shrugged. “I went in and met Michael. A somber looking dude. I told him that I was there on behalf of House Baylor to take care of the damages. He gave me a list. I looked at it. It seemed reasonable. I offered our apologies and told him we would handle it.”
“And what did he say?”
“Nothing. I think he might be mute.”
“He isn’t,” I said.
Arabella straightened. “I’m going to take that list, roll it into a tube, and shove it up Michael’s ass.”
“No!” Leon and I said at the same time.
“Don’t do this,” I told her. “This is a direct order.”
“I don’t care.”
Oh my God. I leaned forward, trying to sink every drop of authority I had in me into my voice. “Arabella, if you try to fight with him, he will kill you. He scared the shit out of me. He’s death and darkness.”
She raised her chin. “Good. I could use the exercise.”