"Duh. That's 'cause you're a thief."

No use tap-dancing around that. She cleared Tony of everything he had on him.

Selina. Thief. Doesn't like dogs. Why does that seem so familiar? It's definitely not her face.

Her face that's being tipped out of view, leaving a lot of smooth, pale skin on display. Martha's wet nose at my elbow keeps me from making any embarrassing noises. I pry the toy out of a wet, slobbery mouth and toss it away again, settling back onto the balls of my feet.