"Coming in hot! Coming in hot! "
Thud.
Darien didn't even look up from his monitor, though his nostrils flared. "Whatever it is, Theron, put it in the outbox. Or the shredder. Preferably the latter."
"Now, now, boss. Don't be hasty," Theron drawled. He remained standing, his posture a picture of relaxed, feline grace that always seemed to grate on Darien's more rigid, draconic sensibilities. "I went to a great deal of trouble to procure these. They were in the 'Specially Curated' section of a very discrete bookstore. Or maybe it was near the checkout counter at a gas station. Details are fuzzy."
Darien finally shifted his gaze. His eyes landed on the top cover, a sickly shade of sunflower yellow with bold, black lettering. He recoiled as if the paper were laced with silver. "What the hell is this trash?"
