Mother Mary of Anabolic Grace, we got Teras incoming?â He levels angry blue eyes on me. âYouâre a hex, lady, dark luck, powerful bad juju, ken?â âOnly to people who try to kidnap me,â I tell him sweetly, and March snorts, so I feel obliged to add, âOr rescue meâ¦â And then Dina makes a pfft sound. âOr who travel with meâ¦â My gaze sweeps around the darkened interior, trying to find an ally, but nobody will hold my eyes more than two seconds, it seems. âFine, frag you all, Iâm dark juju, bad luck, and youâre all doomed. -
Ann Aguirre