The Price of Magic (Pizza Shop Exorcist #3)

by Dakota Brown

We provided about a week of sick leave a year

Ummm, that's not actually a lot

My beastly car with the fantastic air conditioning was languishing at home, while I rode around on the motorcycle form of the demonic nightstallion that had chosen me as his rider. In his horse form he had a black hide, a flaming mane, tail, and feathering on his legs, and fangs. Damn horse was not an herbivore. And he threw a fit any time I tried to get into my car. Nope, I was now cruising in style on a Harley.

Ezra constructed his differently than Mal or I would have, and I paid attention in case I needed to do it in the future. Who was I kidding? The way things were going, I would have to figure out a way to ward the entire state of New Mexico.

She might be stronger than me, but I was willing to bet she wasn't prepared for the sheer level of chaos I could bring if cornered, and I was effectively stuck between a rock and a hard place. I needed Brennan right now. Also, I was pissed.

If you throw your clothing in that hamper it will be cleaned and mended and returned to you." My T-shirt and jeans had seen better days, but the rips in the jeans were purposeful. I wondered what they'd make of that. I decided it would be interesting to find out.

I watched him leave and oddly hoped my men wouldn't kill him. How things had changed in the space of a few days. Maybe I wouldn't even kick him in the junk.