“Maybe he doesn’t like the idea of other men looking at you,” said Coco. My laugh sounded more like a scoff; that was ludicrous. “If that were true, Zahariev wouldn’t have let me parade around his clubs and use my magic to prey on male lust for the last two years,” I said. “He’s worried about what the commission will say when they find out a daughter of House Leviathan is dancing in a club on Sinners’ Row.” Not to mention the war he would start with my dad. “He doesn’t seem like the type to care about authority,” said Coco, moving into the kitchen, which was open to the living room. There
