I can make some calls. There is a guy. Dagfinn Heyerdahl. He used to be with Norse Heritage Foundation." Norse Heritage Foundation wasn't so much about heritage as it was about viking, in the most clichรฉ sense of the world. They drank huge quantities of beer, they brawled, and they wore horned helmets despite all historical evidence to the contrary. "Used to be?" Curran asked. "They kicked him out for being drunk and violent." Curran blinked. "The Norse Heritage?" "Mhm." "Don't you have to be drunk and violent just to get in?" he asked. "Just how disorderly did he get?
Ilona AndrewsA tall blonde entered the room, wearing a yellow sash that marked her as advocate. Two men followed her, carrying papers. She was lean and long-legged, with a graceful neck and nice ankles, and William took a minute to watch her come down the aisle. She looked high-strung and difficult. Still, good legs. Mmm, smelled of mimosa, too. Expensive scent. Cerise smelled better, when clean.
Ilona AndrewsThe lion has to stay outside" "He won't like it" The lion shook his mane. I looked at Curran. The lion melted. Skin stretched, bones twisted, and human Curran straightened. He was completely nude. Gloriously nude. "Well," Hrefna said. "I always wondered why you went all shapeshifter. Explain things.
Ilona AndrewsI don't want it to be attributed to a loss of control on my part. When I throw you out of the window, I want there to be no doubt the act was deliberate.
Ilona AndrewsHe put the book down. โAs you wish.โ He rose and walked past me. I lowered my sword, expecting him to pass, but suddenly he stepped in dangerously close. โWelcome home. Iโm glad you made it. There is coffee in the kitchen for you.โ My mouth gaped open. He inhaled my scent, bent close, about to kiss meโฆ I just stood there like an idiot. Curran smirked and whispered in my ear instead. โPsych.โ And just like that, he was out the door and gone. Oh boy.
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