Dark Harmony (The Bargainer, #4)

by Laura Thalassa

“Cherub, hasn’t anyone told you? I don’t need luck. I deal in favors.”

I can fucking glamour fairies. Hold on to your tits, world. Callie. Is. Back.

For a little while, we lie there in silence. Then, slowly, a laugh bubbles low in my belly. “I can’t believe I let you stick a finger up my butt,” I finally say. I’m such a smooth pillow talker.

“All right,” the Bargainer concedes, “I do try to piss her off, but only because she has especially twisted ideas of revenge.” Janus shakes his head. “You two are a fucked-up pair.”

My head lolls a little. “You want to have baaaabies with me,” I sing. “Lots and lots and lots of…baaaabies with me.” I kick my legs a little as I say the words, my skin brightening and dimming.

“But whatever you choose to be, cherub, make it count.”

“It’s captured starlight,” he explains, squeezing my hand. “I figured the Queen of the Night should carry a piece of her kingdom with her.” Going to cry all over again.

You ply me with sex, pastries, and coffee, and I’ll overlook a lot of crap.

And I’m totally holding you to those body shots.” Tequila ones. I want to lick salt off his grossly sexy abs and have him hand-feed me limes. Why, yes, I am a freak.

“In all the worlds and all the ages, there has never been another like you, Callie.”

I say, “And mountains may rise and fall, and the sun may wither away, and the sea claim the land and swallow the sky. But you will always be mine. And the stars may fall from the heavens, and night may cloak the earth, but until darkness dies, I will always be yours.”

“Come find your mate where oblivion lies. I’ll keep you captive till darkness dies.”

“Up ahead…My Great Goddess of Fuckery and Other Magical Things.” He mumbles the last part. “Speak up,” I command. His eyes shoot daggers at me. “I said, it’s up ahead…Oh Dark Queen Who Thinks I’m a Douchebucket of the Most Epic Proportions.”