Heart of Lies (Alice Worth, #7)

by Lisa Edmonds

I took a deep breath. I am not an angry porcupine, I thought. It wasn’t the strangest pep talk I’d ever given myself, but it certainly made the top ten.

;)

“After I stop for coffee, that is.” He sighed again—rather ostentatiously, I thought. Maybe he’d picked that up from Malcolm. “Lestrade didn’t bug Sherlock about his coffee consumption,” I said pointedly. “Sherlock’s vice wasn’t coffee. It was cocaine.” “See? It could be way worse.”

Point

Evil Tony Stark has his own little fae citadel right here.” “Evil Tony…?” Sean sighed. “Never mind, I get it. I should be used to the randomness by now.” Malcolm snorted. “The genius, you mean.”

:)

“Don’t blame me,” he objected. “It was an offhand comment. How did I know she was going to run with it and come up with something crazy like this?” “Because it’s Alice,” Sean growled. “Hey,” I protested. Sean put both hands on the kitchen island counter in front of me. “Alice,” he said carefully, “You. Can. Not. Make. A. Deal. With. A. Fae. To keep him from screwing you over for all eternity, you’d need a contract longer than the complete works of Shakespeare and someone to write it who knows fae tricks and legal language better than anyone who’s ever lived.” I touched the tip of his nose with my finger, since it was about four inches from my own face. “Oh my God—she booped your nose,” Malcolm cackled. We both ignored him.

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