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432 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 16, 2017
I don’t know what you are, Reagan Somerset, but I know it’s more than a leather-clad woman with a fanny pack and no eyebrows.”
I groaned. “For the last time, it is a pouch, not a fanny pack. How come no one sees the difference?”
“There is no difference. That’s why no one can see it.(...)”
“For some reason I can’t identify, I feel an overwhelming need to protect you. The primal side of me views you as mine, solely. I cannot pinpoint when this need took hold, just that it continues to grow stronger. I crave you constantly. I dream of you when I haven’t dreamed in over five hundred years. I take blood from others, but nothing quenches my insufferable thirst. We are not tied through blood, and even if we were, the bond shouldn’t be this consuming. Yet I am powerless to absolve my desire for you. In addition—”
“Oh good, there’s more. I was worried the crazy was about to end.”
“She doesn’t like vampires,” I said when she bustled away. “Did you catch that? She was not excited about a nice girl such as myself being mixed up with riffraff like you.”
“You are wearing a leather outfit with a sword, gun, and fanny pack strapped to your person. What about that look says nice girl?”
What is this hold you have on me, Reagan?”
“No hold. I’m a naked chick and you’re a creepy dude. Your reaction is pretty standard.”
“People won’t work with me because I tell them when they’re being idiots. In our circle, that happens more often than not.”
“How was Lorraine supposed to know that an Irish coffee wasn’t made with vodka?”
“Because of the word Irish. Had I said a Russian coffee, sure, I’d get the confusion. But Irish? C’mon! Everyone knows they drink whiskey. Or beer. Had she used beer—”
“You still would’ve called her an idiot,” I said. “No one in their right mind would put beer in coffee.”
“You’d be surprised,” Callie muttered.
Callie snorted and pushed me again, bustling me into the car without a word. The woman had skills. She turned to tell Dizzy to hurry up, and I saw the word Bounce written across the butt of her velvet orange sweats.
“It’s just not right to put those sayings on girls’ butts,” I said, wisely not attaching an age to that pronouncement.
“Why? I got bounce yet.” Thankfully, Callie didn’t prove it.
the Great Master finally had an heir, a daughter powerful enough to rule the vast kingdom of the underworld in his stead--and if Agnon succeeded in validating the rumor, its superior would bestow a higher level of power unto it.So Agnon first summons an aswang to find Reagan Somerset and infect her with its evil; if it succeeds, she is an ordinary human, but if it fails, it would be the first sign that Reagan is the Great Master's successor.
stop one of the most powerful demons I've ever encountered. If I don't? It'll escape back down below with proof of what I really am. My life hangs in the balance, and this time, I can't see a way out.It was much clearer toward the end of book #1 why Reagan is so desperate to keep her existence a secret from the underworld--if she is ever installed as its (eternal) ruler, she loses all her personal freedom, and that's what she values most in life. This comes out emphatically in the present book in her complicated relationship with the wealthy elder vampire Darius, whose lavish generosity to Reagan is spoiled by his controlling behavior. He urges a vampire bond on her, wanting to rule together over his vampiric domain, and that's another threat to her freedom--a serious one because she can't suppress her passion for him.
When someone said it was their last piece of gum, how often was that legit? Rarely.
“Is that a trick question? Because I feel like you should know the answer to that based on my personality…”
“Show me your tits,” he yelled. I punched him in the throat.
“Come. I will take you to my—” “Leader? Please say leader.”
“You are wearing a leather outfit with a sword, gun, and fanny pack strapped to your person. What about that look says nice girl?”