Burn for Me (Hidden Legacy #1)

by Ilona Andrews

The icy vise of panic broke. “That’s enough,” I barked. The two men startled. Augustine frowned. “How . . .” “What the hell is wrong with both of you? This isn’t some bar you can wreck. This is my place of business. This is my home! There are children sleeping less than a hundred feet from this room.” The darkness vanished like a candle flame snuffed out by a draft. Rogan let go of Augustine. “I don’t know which one of you is worse. Are you out of your minds? You’re both selfish, spoiled pricks.” “Nevada?” my mother said behind me. I glanced over my shoulder. My mother stood in the hallway with Grandma Frida next to her. My mother carried a shotgun. Grandma Frida carried her phone. “Why are you screaming at an empty room?” my mother asked. It had to be Augustine’s illusion. I glared at Augustine. “Drop it.” He grimaced. Grandma Frida gasped. I had a feeling she and my mother just saw Mad Rogan and Augustine Montgomery suddenly pop into existence in my office. “Get out of my house,” I said.