Re: Military lockdown: Cat & Matt
"No, you just didn't think to talk to me. See, I know you're rusty when it comes to these things, дорогая, but when you don't say hello first every so often? Then people get this silly idea that you don't miss them in your life, that you don't even notice they aren't there. And that? Might make some people feel unimportant." She lifted a shoulder with silky elegance. "Some people are weak that way." She delivered the line with beautiful honesty.
But she had to chuckle when he insisted there was no deal. "There's always a deal, but only if you make it. They aren't going to do that. They're going to want to take everything they can for free. It's just like life, you see." And she leaned closer to the bars now, two chairlegs lifting from the floor with her deliberate and effortless tilt. "Steve won't put you down. You know that. It's not in him. What makes you think it's in me?" She didn't bother switching to Russian. Whoever was listening? They could easily translate. And they already knew there was a string to pull here. Her presence was proof of that.
Still, he wasn't wrong, not in theory. She was born heiress to a mob family, and she'd grown up with blood on her hands. Home had taught her to be ruthless, and Russia had taught her to be merciless, and she could still slip into that mode if she needed to. Lately, she'd been able to keep out of that kind of fray, but she knew that wouldn't last forever. There was a list of jobs on her personal docket for the new year, and she knew just what kind of jobs those would be. As for the little incidents she'd dealt with in town? Well, suffice it to say that supernatural encounters? They weren't her thing, and she couldn't exactly be effectively lethal when it came to ghosts.
Still, his response, that she wasn't expecting.
She was quiet a few moments, mossy green eyes revealing nothing as she slipped her gaze along him in his captivity. Finally, she met his gaze with her turmoil-hazel. "No. It's not pointless."