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.

Hope you enjoy the show then, darling.” Heat flickered in his amber eyes, and his lowered voice made the implication quite clear. A shiver rolled down her spine, but as always she didn’t betray those impulses.

The stench of sweat, sex, and Chanel Number Five were never going to come out of Liz O’Brien’s jeans.

I needed space from Renn’s snoring. Last couple of nights the idea of smothering him with a pillow has grown real tempting,” Jett said as they ambled along the sidewalk.