One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
He pointed at Emily. “Not her.”
Emily opened her mouth, but Finley cut her off. “Sorry, mate. She goes where I go.”
[...]
The big man didn’t like this change of plans, but he didn’t argue with her. “Fine. Follow me.”
/bangs head against desk
Worse henchman ever to worst villain ever.