SEVENTEEN
“SO, ARE THERE GOING to be snacks for the dragon-heart thing? Because I missed lunch, being Cyrene’s decoy, and that gyro she bought me isn’t going to last until dinner. Hey, Fiat, long time no kidnap. m******e anyone lately?”
“Jim, so help me god, one more word out of you, and you’re going to be visiting Magoth,” Aisling snapped.
I hurried over to where the demon sat, watching Drake’s two men bring Fiat into the room, filled with contrition. “I’m sorry, Aisling. I should have been watching it. Jim—”
“There’s no need for you to yell at me, too,” it said with an injured sniff as it plopped itself down in front of the fireplace. “Ash already chewed my a*s off. Man. Grumpy much?”
“I’ve just had it with you,” Aisling said, moving uncomfortably in her chair. I was about to rejoin
