We’ll fight about who does the honors later. I’ll just have to make sure there are no humans in the vicinity when it happens. “You could let Ryodan host this summit. At Chester’s.”“And have your ghoulish army in attendance?” “You could ward the club against them.” He snorts. “Now I’m your personal warder. You have no idea how complicated such magic is.” Actually, I have a fairly good idea. He hasn’t died in a while and his chest is covered, both arms are fully sleeved, and half his back is tattooed with black and crimson protection spells. The magic in which he dabbles is dangerous. Speaking of magic, “Barrons, it’s been three weeks since Dani disappeared. Isn’t there some kind of spell you can do?” “Ward this. Spell that. How did you navigate life before you met me?” I shrug. “It’s kind of like realizing you married Bewitched. Except not in the married sense,” I add hastily. “But you know what I mean. Why break your back vacuuming when a saucy twitch of the nose can clean the whole house?” “My nose has never twitched, saucily or otherwise. And that was an utterly absurd premise. The only price for using magic was compounded human stupidity. Humans consistently engender chaos without violating alchemical principles.” “Oh, my God, you watched—” “I did not.” “Yes, you—” “Did not.” “You just said—” “Inescapable pop culture.” “Oh, you so watched it.”
Karen Marie Moning - Fever #7 Burned
(Mac&Barrons)
