The hallway led me to the stairway of a million steps. My leg screamed in protest. I sighed and started climbing. I just had to keep from limping. Limping showed weakness, and I didnโt need any enterprising, career-motivated shapeshifters trying to challenge me for dominance right about now. I had once mentioned my desire for an elevator, and His Majesty asked me if I would like a flock of doves to carry me up to my quarters so my feet wouldnโt have to touch the ground. We were sparring at the time and I kicked him in the kidney in retaliation.
Ilona AndrewsDali blinked at me. "Would you mind making coffee while you're dancing? I smell it on the bottom shelf, either first or second jar on the left." I opened the first jar and looked inside. Coffee. The label said BORAX. "What's up with the labels?" Dali shrugged. "You're in the house of a cat whose job is to spy. He thinks he's clever. I'd be careful with the silverware drawer. There might be a bomb in it.
Ilona AndrewsSince weโre playing that gameโฆ I tilted my face up to his and gave him a lovesick gaze. โDo you have to sneeze?โ he asked. โBe quiet. Iโm pretending to enjoy your company, just as you said.โ โTry not to strain anything.โ โOh, I wonโt. Iโm very good at faking it.โ That shut him up.
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