Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. โThank you, Rachel,โ he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. โWelcome back, my itchy witch.
Kim HarrisonThe small gargoyle had gone entirely white to match the ceiling, and only the rims of his ears, his long clawlike nails, and a thick stripe down his whip-like tail were still gray. He was crawling along the ceiling like a bat, wings held to make sharp angles and claws extended. It just about broke my creepy meter.
Kim HarrisonI wonโt snatch, harm, or scare to death people with you or use checking up on you as an excuse to cause trouble. Youโre worse than my mother, Rachel.โ โMine, too,โ Jenks muttered.
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