Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.
Kim HarrisonThat was the extent of our relationship, but I knew he used me to keep Were women from insinuating themselves into his life. My gaze landed on the fat little black book beside his phone. Apparently that didn’t slow him down when it came to dating. Dang, he needed a rubber band to keep the thing shut.
Kim HarrisonCINCINNATI MORGUE, AN EQUAL-OPPORTUNITY SERVICE SINCE 1966.
Kim HarrisonI was sure there were demons more dangerous than Minias, but his owing me a favor sounded like the back door into trouble, not the front door out of the same.
Kim HarrisonIt wasn’t the bent, nasty, yellow laminated four-by-six card everyone else got but a real heavyweight plastic tag embossed with my name. Jenks had one, too, and he was obnoxiously proud of it even though I was the one wearing it, right under mine. It would get me into the morgue when nothing else would. Well, besides being dead.
Kim HarrisonTell me where you want it,” I said.
Minias drew back, his purple robes shifting about his ankles. “You’re asking me?”
“Well, unless you want a big R on your forehead.
Ivy and I will deal with the uncomfortable situation like we always have…by ignoring it. It was something we were both good at.
Kim HarrisonFrom my ear Jenks snickered. “Awwww, you two are so sweet, I could fart fairy balls.
Kim HarrisonWould you like something to drink?” I asked, thinking my rusty host skills were going to get a workout this afternoon while dealing with a woman so clearly raised on etiquette and form.
Kim HarrisonDo you have a finger stick?” she snapped.
“No.”
“Then let me cut your finger.”
“You’re already bleeding,” I said. “Use your blood.
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