<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"The Malvoras are fools," Alexandria hissed.  She disliked this show of power -- disliked the reminder of what she owed Gabriel.  Fucking <i>hated</i> that he called her pet and smelled like the Federal whore.  "So are you, to think I'd protect them from you.  The Malvoras have a den in a warehouse near the Port of New York," she told him sharply.<br/>
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"It's a big port," Cat said, crossing her arms.  "Surely you can do better than that."<br/>
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"Shut <i>up,</i> you insolent whore," Alexandria snapped.  "You think that walking in here drenched in <i>his</i> scent will protect you from me?"<br/>
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Cat's smile was sharp and humorless.  "Yeah.  I do."</span></span>