Was not what I meant." Rain's eyes were downcast, her shoulders falling slightly. "She doesn't even compare to you." Rain's head came up, sorrow in t...em but she saw her listening. "You are who I want. Please believe me," she said softly, cupping her face in her hands. Rain looked at her, felt her heart hammering under her hand, her scent one of love, and fear. But not fear of her, fear of losing her. Yasmin touched her forehead to hers and wrapped her arms around her neck. Rain felt her own. Not even little, two-bit nosebleeds, or quarterback fall-downs.So much for influencing events in general.But I could sure as hell fucking kill people. So I went back to focusing exclusively on that.Did I worry about the morality of offing perfect (okay, imperfect) strangers — willy-nilly?Nope. Not even a little bit. Maybe it was just the impersonal nature of the whole thing, but killing bad people didn’t strike me as something about which I should spend a lot of time brooding.But I did worry. He pinched her nipples hard and she felt a shiver go through her petite body. She turned around…. still kneeling, she looked up and saw a big, muscular, and cruel looking middle-aged man with a heavy beard, standing there in a black biker jacket and blue jeans. She could also see a very large bulge in his crotch, a foot from her face. She wasn’t surprised…. Mandy had found the roughest man she could.“My name’s Shane,” he said in a rough voice. “You’re Kenzi, right? Damn you’re so Small and. Hoag relieved Jan, and she took Katie aside so that Katie could get a down and dirty assessment of her own Alma Mata.That evening, Katie was seated at the Captain’s table with his wife and Anita and Brian Davidson. He introduced her as a referral from an old friend who had expressed an interest in reserving a large block of cabins for a later cruise. In doing so, he piqued Anita’s avarice and established a high social standing for Katie in her eyes.Katie used the opportunity to extract a.