Magic Shifts (Kate Daniels, #8)

by Ilona Andrews

Curran frowned. “I don’t know. I mean theoretically if you broke the spine above the pelvis, you could, but then there are ribs . . . I’ll have to try it sometime.”

“Why do you always hang out with weirdos?” “It’s her special talent,” Curran said. “She attracts us like bees to honey.”

“I expect this from you, Kate, because you have no sense, but you, you should know better. Roughhousing in the hospital. Drink your tea.”