Red-Headed Stepchild

I walked to the door where Clovis waited. When I looked up, he was staring at Adam. A quick glance backward confirmed Adam was returning his stare. Freaking males, I thought, they couldn’t be more obvious about their territorial dispute if they’d both peed on me.

Sure. What's the worst that could happen." Twenty minutes later, we had our answer. "I can't frecking believe this." I cringed. "I'm so sorry." "I'm bald!" Giguhl continued. "I look like a freak." "It's not that bad," I said. But it was. Oh, my lord was it bad. I'd never seen an uglier cat in my entire life.

By now, I should have learned that luck, if she was a lady, was a mean-spirited bitch with a grudge against me.

What up, peeps?" I looked at my hairless cat for a moment. "What up, peeps? You've been watching MTV again, haven't you?" "Word.

Is that all you bought?” His eyes shot to the left. “Um.” I clenched my teeth. “What else?” “A Super Mega Juicer,” he said quickly. “But, Sabina, seriously that juicer is a miracle machine.” “I’m a vampire, Giguhl. The only liquids I drink are blood and alcohol. I don’t do juice.

Got it. Look for a room with a sign with a big arrow that says, ‘Kidnapped Mancies Here,’ ” he said.

We passed by a few workers, who did double takes as we ran past. I supposed that the image of a hairless cat in a sweater being followed by a stressed-looking chick in stiletto boots could have been funny. I was too anxious to get the hell out of there to see any humor in it.

My eyes bulged out of my head as I saw what rested between his hips. “Good Lord!” I said without thinking. A forked penis will do that to a girl. He glanced down at the appendage and smiled knowingly. “Once you go demon you never go back.

Spare me the self-righteous indignation. I highly doubt your motives are selfless.

Sabina." Vinca said interrupting my maudlin thoughts. "Hmmm..." She rolled her eyes. "I said, don't you think Adam looks nice tonight." I shook myself. "I guess so," I said with a shrug. "Oh, stop," he said. "You're going to make me blush.

What are you doing here?” a deep voice demanded. My heart burst into a rapid staccato as I swung around, ready to defend myself. Only instead of a guard or employee, Giguhl sat a few feet away laughing at me. “Dammit, you scared the crap out of me.” He laughed, a spooky noise coming from an even spookier-looking cat. “You should have seen your face.

Where'd you send her?" "Siberia. Lovely this time of year. A bit remote, I'm afraid. Might take her weeks to find a town and even longer to arrange transportation back to the States." My lips quirked. I didn't feel like laughing, but the image of my half-millenium-old grandmother trudging through snow was kind of funny. "You're sick, you know that?" "What can I day? I thought a cold-hearted bitch like her would feel at home in the tundra.

Must not kill the demon cat. Must not kill the demon cat.

Ewan played it cool, looking back at Sebastian. "Are their names on the list?" Sebastian didn't miss a beat. "No sir." "But he isn't holding a list," the girl whined. (...) "Is my name of the list?" I teased Sebastian. "What list?" he said, deadpan. "Go on back?

The point isn't knowing what will happen, it's being aware that everything we do affects the whole. All of us - mages, vampires, humans, and the rest - affect the balance of life." "If you start singing 'Kum Ba Yah' I'm out of here.

I guess you don't get to watch much TV in Irkalla." He propped his head on one scaly bicep and turned to look at me. "Nah. We stayed busy torturing the souls of the damned and playing hide the hot poker. You know, the usual.

We need more than that. They're got security all over the place." "I can probably get some faeries involved," Vinca offered. Frank snorted. "What are you going to do, blow pollen on them?

Don't go getting all Oprah on me now, demon.

You want me to assassinate him." "No, my dear, we want you to infiltrate his organisation, find out his plans, root out his spies, and then kill him.

She lifted an eyebrow. "Hmm, I wonder why? Wouldn't have to do with a certain sexy hexy, would it?" "If you mean the annoying asshole who was here earlier, yes." Vinca and Giguhl traded a glance and then looked at me. "Please," Gighul said. "You're so hot for that mancy you're about to spontaneously combust.

His eyes burned with intensity. I wondered briefly if someone he knew was being held in that cold room that smelled like death. Someone he loved?

shit, I thought. This guy sounded like some freaky mortal televangelist.

The last thing I needed was a nymph with sunshine coming out of her ass tagging along with me.