Consider yourself stolen.
You’re so sweet, Candi.
You don’t belong in my world.
I don’t belong in yours.
But the moment I set eyes on you, you were mine.
You took something from me.
So I’m going to take something too:
It’s just as well Loki Renard became an author because other career paths proved disastrous. She was once thrown out of someone’s house for trying to sell them citrus based cleaning product, and her brief brush with corporate life ended when she wrote profiles for her fellow employees likening them to various feral animals then attempted to negotiate the idea of not coming into the office and getting paid anyway. Perhaps if she’d had the dedication to slug herself in the face a la Fight Club, things might have turned out differently.