Oh, I don't know. I might grow on you." She furrowed her pretty eyebrows. "Like a cancer?" "Like a favorite vice.
Ilona AndrewsThe Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.
Ilona AndrewsAt the door, Audrey called, "Are you coming?" "No, just breathing hard, love." He glanced at her and was rewarded by an outraged glare, followed by, "Oh, my God!
Ilona Andrews