Magic Binds (Kate Daniels, #9)

by Ilona Andrews

When a strange voice talks to you in the black woods, only idiots answer. I was that idiot.

Just another night in Atlanta. Sitting on my porch between a Greek god who was really a human and an angel of death who was having an existential crisis.

“You’re the nicest angel of death I know.”

“Would it kill you to not be an asshole for thirty seconds?” Andrea growled. Desandra winked at her. “I don’t know, I’ve never tried.”