“No,” Selina replied, more civilly than she’d expected. She was deeply disappointed. She’d given these people thousands of dollars, and they were worthless when she needed them. Her natural inclination was to take negative feelings out on the nearest target. Heaven knew, Bonnie should have been an ideal target. Her clothes weren’t fancy—they even looked comfortable—but they matched, they even matched the eye shadow she was wearing. Bonnie looked like she’d stepped out of a catalog. Bonnie looked like everything Selina Kyle wasn’t. She should have been the ideal target. Besides, she never shut up.
But Selina’s heart wasn’t in it.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Selina heard herself saying. “I should’ve called first. I should’ve found out more about what you do. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
Three quick steps and Selina was back on the street, back at square one with Eddie Lobb’s relics staring into her mind’s eye. The Wilderness Warriors had seem the last of her money, but there was no satisfaction in the thought.
“Wait! Hey! Wait—don’t go away! I’ve got an idea.”
Bonnie’s voice and the sound of running. Selina squared her shoulders and kept going. She didn’t need ideas from the phony warriors. She heard the footfalls getting closer, but it never occurred to her that someone, a complete stranger, would presume to lay a hand on her.
“Hey! Stop a minute and listen.”
Selina had no choice. It took every mote of energy within her to keep from killing the woman; there was nothing left for benign movement of conversation.