I told her to stay home. Not because I’m worried about her safety—heaven knows she’s the most dangerous thing in this city—but because I actually wanted a quiet evening for once. Instead, I find her standing over another mess, looking entirely too satisfied with herself.
Honestly, does anyone else find it exhausting being married to a literal force of nature? She’s going to be the death of me, or at least the reason I have to clean up more crime scenes.