I sniffed, wiping my eyes. “Look at that,” I muttered. “The bastard
made me cry.”
Jenks’ wings made a cool spot on my neck. “Want me to pixy him?”
“No. But now I don’t have the chance of a ghost’s fart in a windstorm
to get that Pandora charm.” That’s not really what was bothering me,
though. It was Trent. Why did I even care what he thought?

Auteur: Kim Harrison