![]() ![]() ![]() His usual response to that command was an impudent composition of the most obnoxious sounds in his repertoire. His weight was settled low, so with the flex of his claws and the help of the rising wind, the swing maintained a steady rhythm. The raven was perched on the porch swing. A gust blew across her velvet skirt, rippling it against her legs.Īt the deep man’s voice, she flicked a glance toward Cathair. Stepping to the edge of the porch, Raina saw heat lightning flash, heard the distant rumble of thunder. The wind picked up, bringing a wealth of messages with it. Yeah, pissing off the Goddess right before trouble arrived was a winning plan. “What? You don’t get enough Me time, so I can’t have any, either?” “All I wanted was a cup of tea, People magazine and a movie.” Raina cast an irritated eye toward the heavens. A hundred million places it could go, but no, it oozed right to the doorstep of her bordello. Damn it all to hell and back.Įvery time she planned an evening for herself, the Underworld had to vomit out some kind of trouble. ![]()
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