Oh, it's you," Curran's voice said quietly. "I thought it was an elephant.
Ilona AndrewsThe monster licked his lips, long lines of whiskers twitching, and spoke in a deep growl. "Pretty, aren't I?" Curran. In midform. I broke from his gaze. "Adorable.
Ilona AndrewsWhat happened to the alpha-wolf?"
"LEGOs."
"Legos?" It sounded Greek but I couldn't recall anything mythological with that name. Wasn't it an island?
"He was carrying a load of laundry into the basement and tripped on the old set of LEGOs his kids left on the stairs. Broke two ribs and an ankle.
Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course.
Ilona AndrewsHe said, 'Yeah, but will I get chicks? In truckloads?
Ilona AndrewsHad he expected me to hump her leg?
Ilona AndrewsHe referred to you as his little snack."
"He's a sweetie.
What do you do to your hair?"
"Dust, hair gel, and a little gun oil."
"Ever thought of patenting the recipe?"
"No.
You snore worse. At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep."
"I only did it once."
"Once was weird enough, thank you.
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Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to?
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