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1 " She walked away without bothering to look further. She knew he’d be fine. Her specialty was subduing without causing any real damage. He’d lie there for a few minutes. He’d be sore, maybe bruised tomorrow. He’d brush the cobwebs off his imagination to invent a story for his buddies about how three seven-foot, three-hundred-pound male karate black belts attacked him in the park.But she would bet her life on the fact that he would never sneak up on another fragile-looking woman without remembering this night. And that was the point. That was what Gaia lived for. "
― Francine Pascal , Fearless (Fearless, #1)
2 " When she walked by the two officers, they didn't recognize her. " Have you seen the luscious bonbon with the golden braids?" She grinned up at them with such impish mischief that they almost forgot their quest for the singer. " She is with her lover," Hannah said. " But she can always handle one or two more." She winked at them. " Go there, through that door." She made her escape while the uniformed hobbledehoys gawked and gaped and finally burst into the dressing room where Franz, the three-hundred-pound juggling strongman, was adjusting his loincloth. " I ought not do it," Hannah said aloud to herself as chaos erupted behind her. " I just can't seem to help myself. it is a shame, really. "
