In a Clean White Room

“I’d be delighted t’force you to kill me over a new jacket,” Rush purred.

Telford laughed aloud—half delight, half wild-edged despair—and, for a brief moment, under a setting, alien star, the guy was very close to likable.

No. Just no.

“Felicitations,” Rush said dryly. “Be sure you tell Kiva just how on fire I set everything.”

Both his kidnapper and his cat were still sleeping. That was nice. For them.

Maybe Dale of the Sixth House was a nice guy.

“Oh, ‘pretentious,’ are we?” Rush purred. “Did you learn that word for me? I’m flattered.”

“It’s going to be a long, bad day,” Telford whispered.

“Dungeons and Dragons?” Volker’s voice cracked. Blood was leaking out of his shoulder pretty darn fast. He tried to stay calm. Get his heart to beat a little slower. “Ever heard of it?”

P=NP, eh?

…and there is no space there.