One Good Dragon Deserves Another (Heartstrikers, #2)

by Rachel Aaron

In this particular instance, it was her collection of antique textiles, including several historically significant Mesoamerican wall-hangings and carpets, which Bethesda kept unprotected on her walls and floor, because nothing said “I have money to burn” like walking over an irreplaceable historical artifact on your way to the restroom.

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“She’s not coming,” Justin said as they crossed the half-hour mark. “Face it. You got stood up via cat.”

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“This isn’t a novel, Julius.

Haha actually it is. 😂

“If she wouldn’t dump you for a library, I’ve got nothing.

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“Rapid healing and cutting through the fabric of time and space both require a lot of magical oomph, and apparently I don’t have enough to do both at the moment.” She reached into the bag on her lap for another taco. “That’s why I’m eating so much. I’m hoping food will help get me back up to speed. Well, that and tacos are freaking delicious.”

Mmmm tacos... 😋🌮❤️

Just watching something so horrendously creepy was enough to make Julius’s skin crawl. Marci, as usual, was unfazed. “That’s so cooooool,” she said, leaning back so far she nearly fell over in her efforts to see the pile’s top.