Wildfire (Hidden Legacy, #3)

by Ilona Andrews

There was probably some sort of deep conclusion to be derived from the fact that losing my phone disturbed me more than losing my underwear.

Tigers and dragons, oh my. And me without my ruby slippers.

“Rogan,” Sturm said from the screen. “Did I wake you?” “Yes.” Rogan’s voice was nonchalant. “I was having the best dream. I was wrapping my hands around your throat, and you were begging. I was embarrassed for you, actually.”