Magic Strikes (Kate Daniels, #3)

by Ilona Andrews

forth,

the Pack could match them in the potential for destruction. The People were led by a mysterious legendary figure, who chose to call himself Roland in this day and age. Roland possessed immense power. He was also the man I had been training all my life to kill.

freezer, twisted it with his dark hands, and sent the cubes clattering into a glass. He poured iced tea from a pitcher and set the glass in front of me.

said. I drank out of respect for him. It was shockingly sweet, more syrup than drink. Ice crunched between my teeth. “Why isn’t he healing?” My voice came out flat, a one-note gathering

step.” “And how do you propose we do that?” Saiman arched an eyebrow and gave me a seductive smile. It failed both because he was Saiman and because

You told me you’d bring me in on the investigation. You promised me

me in this investigation. I order you to disclose the information. Do your job.” It stung. I was doing my job to the best of my ability. “You’re mistaken. I’m not subordinate to you. You and I are on equal footing.” “I see. Is Jim with you now?”

myself move. I swallowed and stared at the doorway.

“Why the head?” Doolittle asked. “Because it’s easy to carry and I can torture it for a long time.” And I didn’t just say it out loud, did I? I checked their faces. Yep, I did. “How do you torture a head?” Dali asked. “You