Magic Binds (Kate Daniels, #9)

by Ilona Andrews

“You can’t let people insult your wife, Curran. One day you’ll have to choose diplomacy or your spouse. I’m telling you now, it’s got to be your wife. Diplomacy doesn’t care if you live or die. Your wife does.”

“I’m going to kill her.” “She’s your Herald,” Derek said. “That’s your color. Blue for humanity.” My what? He made a big show of moving a few feet to the side. I looked at him. “In case your head explodes,” he said helpfully. “Not another word.”

“Yes, but someone will have to carry the Prince of Hyenas if he accidentally stabs his pinkie toe, and she isn’t a shapeshifter.” “Fine.” I headed for my vehicle. Behind me Ascanio snorted. “Idiot wolf.” “Spoiled bouda brat.” “Bigot.” “Crybaby.” “Shit for brains.” “Momma’s boy.” Universe, grant me patience.

“Hope is a bitch,” I told him. “It keeps you alive when all you want is to die.”

kittens, will you babysit?” Erra stared at me like I had slapped her. “They will be very cute kittens,” Curran said. I smiled at the City Eater. “Meow, meow.”