Wildfire (Hidden Legacy, #3)

by Ilona Andrews

Arabella, still fifteen, was blond, athletic, with bigger boobs and a curvier butt, and calm wasn’t even in her vocabulary. She liked forensics and humanities. “Calling people out” was her preferred method of dealing with issues. The high school debate club, which made the fatal mistake of snubbing her because she was a freshman at the time and their roster was full, lived in mortal terror of her.

“I’m planning to kidnap you until the trials,” he said. “We’ve tried that, remember?” “I had the air-conditioning fixed in the basement,” he said. “Is there a nice chain waiting for me?” “No,” he said. “But I do have some handcuffs.” “No,” I told him. “Okay, maybe. Who’ll be wearing the handcuffs?”

“I thought animal mages had no power over summoned creatures.” “I never tried to make friends with one.” “I don’t think they want to make friends.” I was pretty sure they wanted to kill us and devour our corpses.

She was the kind of person who would see a pot overflowing on the stove and come and tell you about it, instead of picking it up and moving it off the burner. And then she would be proud of herself for acting quickly in a crisis.

“Your cute sister is dead.” He would pay for this. “Your other sister is dead.” Other? He took the time to opine on the cuteness of my sisters while threatening to kill them. Oh, I wish he was within bullet range. I wish.

“Besides, things around you have a way of turning interesting. I do hate to be bored.”