The Cassandra Palmer Collection, Page 38
Karen Chance
The only one I’d ever been able to depend on.
"It’s a date," he told me. And then looked alarmed when my hand covered his. "You know, the platonic kind. I don’t need a pissed off war mage on my ass."
I rolled my eyes. "Fred?"
"Yeah?"
"Happy Holidays," I told him, and shifted.
The End
