“Your husband’s going to kill me, you know,” Mal said dryly.
“Oh, you’re a much better shot than he is. You could take him,” Zoë said.
“That’ll be a comfort in the ten seconds I have until you kill me for taking down your husband.”
Grinning, Zoë said, “Wouldn’t take me ten whole seconds. I’m much faster than that.”

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