And then there is Mara Jade.
Not onlyĀ has she spent the entire fucking night looking for her car that had been stolen by a valet attendant, whom sheād had to seduceĀ -- to some degree -- and then drug him to get the car back. But sheās also filthy, sleepless, and trembling from her anger. She would have killed him if thirty plus people hadnāt seen them together while she was working to get the damn car back. Mara is in a country that, while familiar to her on some level, is still largely foreign. At first getting back to the car had been a matter of retrieving a thumb drive that had been hidden within the upholstery. But soon it became a matter of her own sense of justice.Ā
That and rescuing the poor car.
āFind me your best mechanic.ā The redhead, while seemingly tiny, glares at her tow driver in such a way that heās instantly fumbling over himself to put distance between them.Ā
āYou want Miss Kas,ā he mutters, quickly working to pull up any kind of info he can find about the mechanicās shop online. He shoves the phone in her direction. A Yelp review pulled up.Ā
Mara doesnāt take it.Ā āYes, fine. Just get it there.ā
At the shop, she paces, cursing under her breath in Russian. Sheās still in the formal gown she wore the night before. Her feet are killing her. But none of that is enough to match the rage that still flows through her. When the woman, whom Mara assumes must be Kas, appears, she turns to face her.Ā āŠŠ½ ŠøŃŠæŠ¾ŃŃŠøŠ» Š¼Š¾Ń Š¼Š°ŃŠøŠ½Ń.ā She stares at the woman.Ā āHe wrecked my transmission,ā she manages in English, rolling her r in wreckedĀ a little too much and making the e sound in missionĀ so that it sounds more like transmeeshun.Ā āI need you to fix it so I can go back to DC and kill him.āĀ
