Mixed Fighting Kick Ass Kandy Agent Hi Kix Kick As — Model Habbit Serpien

The tuk-tuk vanished into the wet, electric glow of the city. Somewhere behind her, a casino alarm began to wail. Kandy didn’t look back. That was her secret weapon—not the speed, not the sapphires, not even the kicks.

She smiled. “I’m dressed for a photoshoot . The fight is just cardio.” The tuk-tuk vanished into the wet, electric glow of the city

Serpien stood up, his forked tongue flickering. “You think you’ve won?” That was her secret weapon—not the speed, not

She was the Hi Kix Kick Ass Model Habit. A mouthful, yes, but so was a roundhouse to the teeth. By day, she graced magazine covers in Milan. By night, she was a mixed-fighting retrieval agent for a shadow syndicate that paid in uncut sapphires. Her habit? She never lost. And she always, always kicked high. The fight is just cardio

“Serpien is sleeping,” she said. “Drive retrieved. And tell wardrobe I need new heels. These have blood on them.”

She lit a cigarette, not because she smoked, but because it looked good for the nonexistent cameras.