A Casual Distraction

In the end, it’s Rach’s boot that persuades the demons to leave us alone. Nothing like a kick in the ass from a sword-wielding banshee. For all their fiery bluster, the dragons were more a distraction for us than the demons, and I’m still irked with Aries for blinding us. I’m thinking about puncturing his smug face with something sharp when Felicia hands me coffee.

“See? Good thing I brought the percolator.”

I roll my eyes but can’t disagree.

So,” Aries says, attempting a casual lean against his dragon. “You did enjoy our date.”

I snort. “We’re tracking goblins.”