Echoes of Fire (The Mercury Pack, #4)

by Suzanne Wright

Nick’s brow furrowed. “I thought she was a caracal. Maybe even an ocelot. I definitely did not think she was one of those snuggly little death dealers.”

You never startled them. You never cornered them. You never touched their food. And you never fed them after midnight.

“At least I don’t talk in my sleep. What was it you said the other night? Oh yeah. ‘Fuck you, Dumbledore. I want my wand back.’”

‘Gollum, you best get your magic gophers out of my goddamn rockery.’”

“True, but knowing someone isn’t just possessing the facts about them,” she pointed out. He nodded. “That’s right. It’s learning their strengths and flaws, seeing them at their best and their worst. It’s learning their quirks, habits, mannerisms, and totally useless shit about them. Discovering their hot buttons and how they came to

have them. Developing the ability to anticipate what they’ll say or do or feel. It’s knowing how to calm them when they’re pissed or make them smile when they’re sad. Learning what makes them unique and therefore totally irreplaceable.”

“I didn’t just learn a lot about you. I learned a lot about me through you.”