Raiden (Sons of the Fallen, #6)

by Jaclyn Osborn

A three-cheese blend, perfectly seasoned sausage, and a sauce that made the heavens open up and angels sing. Instantly, I pictured Lazarus singing. He was more likely to strike me down with his lightning whip than sing. The sourpuss.

“But you also need to take care of yourself. Your wants matter too.”

“Galen,” I said. “It’s showtime. Release the kraken!”

“It keeps me from murdering those assholes first thing in the morning.”

“I like it when you talk food to me. Makes me all tingly inside.”

“Know who else waits around in rose gardens?” Castor asked. “Serial killers.”

“Castor,” Alastair said telepathically. “For the love of all the gods, keep your mouth shut.”