They weren’t idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission.
Kim HarrisonMy eyes narrowed. He wanted me to lie for him?
Minias leaned so close to the barrier of ever-after that it buzzed a harsh warning. “If you don’t, I’ll give the public what they expect.” His eyes went to the people clustered at the window. “Proof that you deal in demons ought to do wonders for your…sterling reputation.”
Mmmm. There is that.
Trent was positively smug. Showing me his back, he rifled through a rack of earth charms and watched his hair shift color. “And whereas I might otherwise object—”
“Bairn did the investigation on your parents’ deaths,” I interrupted, thoughts scrambling. “And my dad’s.” Bairn is supposed to be dead. Why is he across the road pretending to be a kind old man named Keasley? And how did Trent know who he was?
His hair now an authoritative gray, Trent frowned. “And whereas I might otherwise object,” he tried again, “Quen assures me that between Bairn and two pixies—”
“Two!” I blurted. “Jih took a husband?”
“Damn it, Rachel, will you shut up!
Oh, God, I’m going to be a hundred and sixty with a flower on my ass.
Kim HarrisonMy coffee was steaming, and I hunched over it while I watched the demon. His long fingers were interlaced about the white soup-bowl mug as if relishing its warmth, and though I couldn’t tell for sure because of the sunglasses, I think his eyes closed as he took the first sip. A look of bliss so deep it couldn’t have been faked slipped over him, easing his features and turning him into a vision of relaxed pleasure.
Kim HarrisonCeri,” I said softly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her vivid green eyes met mine. “I thought you’d be angry,” she said with desperate worry. “Rachel, it’s the only way I can get rid of it.”
My lips parted. “You don’t want it?”
Ceri’s expression blanked. She stared wonderingly at me for a moment. “What are we talking about?” she asked cautiously.
“Your baby!”
Her mouth dropped open and she flushed scarlet.
My fingers tightened on my waxed paper cup, sure now I knew why Minias was sitting at a table sipping coffee with me. I had a password. I had a reason to trade. I had a major problem.
Kim HarrisonAnd while seeing Trent in his tighty-whities would make my decade, I’d found out long ago that I couldn’t stay mad at a man wearing nothing but underwear. They looked so charmingly vulnerable.
Kim HarrisonDemon summoning wasn’t illegal, but my foot in their gut a couple of times might convince them it was a really bad idea.
Kim HarrisonI shook my head and settled myself in the bumpy wicker chair. Now, what would be a good segue? So, I hear Jih isn’t the only one who’s been knocked up….
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