“It seemed like you were about to tell me something. Were you?”
“Why do you think that?”
I grinned at her. “You like being the one to ask questions, but not answer them, don’t you?”
She opened her mouth but then closed it.
“Were you about to reply with another question?”
Her lips curled into a smile. “Maybe.”
“Does that mean I’m right?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh, the oh-so informative maybe answer. It’s not a yes. It’s not a no. It’s another way of not answering at all,” I teased. “What do you do for fun?”
“I work with weapons.”
Whoa, no woman had ever admitted a hobby like that before. “Come again?”
“I know it sounds weird, but it calms me. I collect weapons and use magic to make them more effective on supes.”
“Like demons?”
She fixed a stare on me. “Exactly.”
This petite elf could kick my ass and destroy me before I could say “Who’s your Daddy?” I laughed to break the tension. “Remind me not to piss you off.”
She grinned. “With pleasure.”
“Do you have any on you?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You don’t need to see them.”
“But I want to.”
“They’re not for showing off.”
“You’re a tough cookie.” My stomach growled, one of those long, drawn-out ones that made you wonder what was going on inside. “Speaking of cookies…”
“Was that your stomach or your dragon roaring?” Zoe asked.
“You heard that?”
She tapped one of her pointed ears. “I think even a human would hear that in a rock concert.”
I glanced at the restaurants we drove by. “Do you have time to stop for something to eat?”
She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. “Sure. I could use some brain food to figure out what to do next. Any special requests?”
