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She wasn't entirely sure if she was being rescued or kidnapped.

I hope we'll be friends." His grin was pure sin.... She stuck with the truth. "I hope we won't be enemies.

She blinked at him, mouth open. "Do you really think it's wise to insult a woman who's holdin' a needle this far away? - she held her fingers an inch apart - "From your Grand Master of Ceremonies?

Flash fire." She turned her head as far as she could, trying to look at him. "I don't know what that means." He shifted on the branch. "First time I was on a submarine, we had a flash fire. It's a combustion explosion. A flammable mist builds up in the air, then suddenly, bam. Think super high temperatures and a rapidly moving flame front. It kills by asphyxiation. Burns up all the available oxygen. It's devastating.

What anger wants, it buys at the price of soul.

She growled. He gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.

You're not horribly terrible." He shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?

I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him. "Don't hurt yourself trying.

She had the soft presence of a fish hook in the eye.

Outrage steamed her brain. "I've waited three days... Do you know what day it is?" He gave a one-sided shrug, his massive shoulder muscles shifting. "Who has time to check the calendar when people are shooting at you and snakes are biting you in the ass?

Ah, you're warming up to me. You know what comes next." "Bitter disappointment?" she deadpanned.

Where did you grow up?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Who says I've grown up?

No matter what her father wanted, no way was Clara going to partner up with Light Walker. He'd suggested a tarantula for a snack, for heaven's sake. The were never, ever, ever going to work together.