By the Horns (Royal Artifactual Guild, #2)

by Ruby Dixon

Her gaze flicks to the guild sash that marks me as a repeater, and then she glances down at Kipp. His mouth is flat and he licks his eyelid, which could mean anything.

He just licks his eyeball with that long tongue of his and goes back to eating his berry. When he finishes it, he turns and walks away. Huh.

Kipp puts his empty shot glass back on the counter and gives the world’s tiniest belch.