Magic Unleashed (Hall of Blood and Mercy, #3)

by K.M. Shea

I sounded so fake, canned cheese seemed more genuine.

I ate the last bit of my donut—which I had eaten too fast and was now left feeling a little mournful at its passing.

“Forgiveness means giving up my anger at your actions. It doesn’t mean there are no consequences to your actions,”

“Is that so?” Killian said in a factual tone. He flicked off his handgun’s safety and nonchalantly shot the floor. Slivers of wood sprayed the air, and instantly the ground parted beneath Killian’s feet, sending him plunging into the basement. The wood floor sealed up behind him, repairing the bullet hole, making it look as if nothing had happened. I turned to Celestina. “Please allow me to express my congratulations on becoming the new Drake Family Elder.”

“Houses already have dreadfully huge weaknesses,” Killian said. “They are called wizards—such a pathetic bunch.

The Drake vampires were offering each other curt nods and a few smiles and back slaps, until Momoko hugged Celestina and it became a free-for-all hug fest that involved most wizards chasing down slightly panicking vampires.