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scars. 
    What
else was there to do or say but decline politely.  “No way.”
    “You
haven’t even heard what it is yet?”
    Charisse
took a moment to appreciate Darcy’s outfit of the day; thigh high red boots,
black stockings edged with white and red ribbons, a black tartan micro mini and
a red silk waistcoat over a white bustier.  With her black Louise Brooks
styled hair, full cupid bow mouth and ice blue eyes, Darcy really did look, as
her sister Nell often maintained, like she’d escaped from a convent school
where she majored in burlesque. 
    Charisse
let out a soft, almost breathless laugh.  Every man in a twenty foot
radius who wasn’t a close blood relative paused and turned her way. 
Ignoring the sudden attention, Charisse kept her gaze firmly fixed on Darcy.
 When squaring off with a mad dog it didn’t pay to let your attention
stray.  “Sorry, let me be more succinct.  No fucking way.”
    Darcy’s
head snapped to the left, a retractable baton suddenly in her hand.  Her
gaze locked on a warrior so young he still had peach fuzz on his cheeks. 
“Take another step and I’ll introduce you to Mr Baton.”
    The
warrior backed away carefully, smart enough to keep his eyes downcast as he
went.
    “Since
when did you start naming your weapons?”  Charisse eyed the black glossy,
state of the art, flick baton.
    Darcy
shrugged negligently.  “I find it makes people more wary.”
    Charisse
noted Darcy’s blue eyes had turned the hard colour of a wall of glacial
ice.  “Yeah, I don’t think that’s what makes them more wary.”
    “Now
where was I?  Oh yes, the favour, it’s right up your skillset.”
    “As
opposed to your knife set?”
    “So
funny… so beautiful.”  Darcy sent her a sweet smile that scared Charisse
all the way down to her antique gold Kate Spade wedges.
    “You’re
resorting to flattery?  Whatever it is, I’m definitely not doing
it.”  She couldn’t count the number of hours, thanks to Darcy, she’d spent
washing blood out of her hair.
    “I’m
trying to be nice here.”  Darcy forced her smile larger still, widening her
eyes and then fluttering them innocently.
    “Stop
that, you don’t scare me.  We’re in a public place.”
    Darcy’s
eyes narrowed speculatively. “We won’t always be.”
    “Darcy! 
What’s climbed up your butt and turned toxic?”
    Darcy’s
mouth tightened in frustration, an unusual expression for a girl who pretty
much always got what she wanted, via fair means or - more enjoyably for Darcy
–‘underhanded, devious and painful for other people’ means.  “Men! 
Or more specifically… a man.”
    It
wasn’t an apology, Darcy didn’t believe in those, but her admission was enough
for Charisse to realise her cousin was dealing with a very real challenge for
once… and was kind of flummoxed by the rare experience.
    “You’ve
let a man get under your skin?”  Would wonders never cease? Darcy was
interested in a man… and not just to see how much damage she could inflict on a
male test subject within a specified time constraint.
    “He’s
the most annoying… frustrating… elusive…”  Darcy’s teeth were clenched
together so tightly she couldn’t get out any more words.
    “Ooh,
tell me more?”
    “Char,
I swear to the Goddess, he’s not normal.”
    “Sounds
like a perfect match.”  Charisse couldn’t help but tease.
    “No
one… no one has ever evaded a trap I’ve set for them… let alone multiple ones.”
    “Err,
a trap?  Hold on… you’re not crushing on some guy are you?”
    Darcy
blinked, suddenly taken aback.  “I’m not trying to kill him.  I just
want to pin him down and get some answers.”
    “I
didn’t mean, crush, as in destroy, Doofus.”  Charisse rolled her
eyes.  “I meant crush as in… oh forget it.”  Trying to teach Darcy
about the softer emotions was an exercise in futility.  “Okay I’ll bite,
who is this mystery man who can miraculously avoid your sinister