I turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back. I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco's idea of a massage bore no resemblance w…

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It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble.

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All I want to know is why a party of Fey wanted to kill me,” I said heatedly. The beetle’s lips twisted enough to show fang. “Doesn’t everyone?” Radu…

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What?” I said defensively, clutching the mink and my dignity. Since I was barefoot, mostly naked and completely hungover, I was pretty sure I grasped…

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He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.

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Thank you, Captain Obvious." "I'm on the Senate," he reminded me. "It's Lord Obvious.

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I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.

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Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well.

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So maybe it was just as well that my companion was more like Mulder. A coked-out Mulder with a lot of weapons, who knew that the monsters under the b…

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