Devi's Distraction (Icehome, #6)

by Ruby Dixon

Harlow’s little girl has black hair, but it’s soft and curling instead of thick and bone-straight like her mate’s.

Daya had red hair in Angie's book

“Ah…sex?” Hopefully that shuts her down. Her brows furrow. “You need a bag for sex?” “Sex toys,” I whisper, and then put a finger to my lips. “You’ll keep my secret?” Her eyes widen and she nods, lying back down again.

She laughs, her eyes bright. “What am I, chopped liver?” Liver? Of course she is liver. The organ meats are the tenderest and most prized, quickly snatched up after a hunt. “Yes, of course you are.” Her face falls. “Oh.”

“I will tell anyone that asks that I am very cold at night, rub my stump, and they will trip over themselves to apologize.” She laughs, smacking my arm lightly. “You’re terrible. I love it.” I might be, but I like her smile too much to care.

“You’re swollen.” She has no idea.