"YOU KNOW THIS orange-haired bitch?"
Rafel's smile was addictive. "Aye, Corazón. This Orange-haired bitch is PEITHO: my Subservient Infernal System."
Cora freed her choking hands immediately. "This is the bitch inside your head? All up in your business?
"GODDAMN! Woman!" Cora entertained herself at the girl's obvious displeasure. "—I thought she'd be ...slimmer. Some nerd archetype."
"Actually, it's a stereotype, Lady Mortimer. And I'm sure you mean well but you're a woman too." Peitho said this to the intensity of the taller tomboy's river eyes—and Rafel could almost spot the bridge of Cora's nose twitch. Another storm spell might be expected soon so he put himself in front of the situation. Because he would be the first to admit Peitho was not slim. She had them curves. Dang! She was an Egyptian beauty; her hips not as out pronounced as his slave's, but then again, they didn't lie.