Well, you musta pissed in someone’s apple juice,” Trevor said, clapping a hand on Kieran’s shoulder. “Haven’t we all.” Kieran cast one look around this tragedy of a bar, consisting of overturned tables, pools of black blood from the two dead rakshasas, and a dead, slumped over bartender.

Edwin’s creations landed hit or miss on the board and one miss a year ago ended with us heaving overboard for a week. Fortifying meal solutions, my ass.

And he claims another victim.” I cracked a grin. “Edwin, you’re turning this infirmary into a speakeasy.

Are you telling me Kara Orris is afraid of rain?” Hunter’s grin twisted into a smirk as his eyes lit up, relishing his new discovery with absolute delight. “Why, that’s adorable!

Now, now.” I placed a hand on his back. “Jealousy colors you black, Geoff. If you wanted to be a pretty princess too, I would have bought you a crown. I’ll be back soon.

She’s a poker player’s wet dream. Sorry, sweetheart, you can’t bluff for anything.

Horrible sense of humor?” Hunter’s eyes twinkled as he engaged in our banter. “Compared to your one-word witticisms, I’m a fountain of entertainment.

Wasn’t allowed to have pets. I killed my pet cockroach when it crawled into my ear.

Geoff’s arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S. British-Craphole.