Oh but she wanted to be. She wanted to be young, dumb, irresponsible, and spend a night not thinking about what she'd done or Raven had done or had been done to her. Why was that so fucking much to ask for?

"Yeah, well, good luck to them," she snorted, closing her eyes. "My heroing days are done, so I'm going to have to say no thanks to their recruitment deal." She sighed. "And, yes, before you say a damn thing, I already know that anything they want me for isn't likely to be heroic or involve asking."

Even as willfully blind as she was trying to be, she couldn't go that far. Opening one dark eye, she asked, "How'd they get their hooks in you anyway?" The last time she'd asked about the Coterie, he'd seduced her into dropping the topic. That seemed a lot less likely to happen now. "You're way too smooth to let that happen otherwise."