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.”

New Plan Get Awesome Cosmic Powers. Nuke my dad. Retire from the land-claiming business.

“Ne’er-do-wells?” Derek asked. “I read.” Beau looked slightly offended. “Ancient literature?” Ascanio inquired. “Did it have words like ‘dame’ and ‘stool pigeon’ in it?” “Do you make your deputies call you ‘copper’?” Derek asked. “Have you two ever thought of taking your show on the road?” Beau asked them.

“What is this?” “It’s a wedding invitation,” Julie said. “I didn’t order any.” Julie grinned at me. “Roman.” Ugh. That’s right. I waved the envelope at her. “It has flowers on it.” “Did you want gore, swords, and severed heads?” she asked. Smartass.

“Father, you are sending mixed signals. You dispatched a woman to murder me today and now you’re upset about my wedding reception?”

“It’s not that I’m that evil, really. I’m just beloved by evil things.”

So far I had the god of evil and the god of terror on my side. My good-guy image was taking a serious beating. Maybe I should recruit some unicorns or kittens with rainbow powers to even us out.

“You’re the nicest angel of death I know.” “Yeah, yeah. Get in the damn swing.”

Robert stumbled back. Raphael’s hands went to his knives. Andrea bared her teeth, cradling Baby B. You could hear a pin drop. “I have family in town for the wedding,” I said into the silence.

“If Curran and I have a litter of 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.”