My face still blazed heat when I found Mel in the reinforced spell room in the basement of the station.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked with a smile, probably knowing damn well it was Malone.
"Malone."
"That's what I figured. You shouldn't let Malone get to you. He only messes with you because he can. He never flirts with me."
"Mel, no man in his right mind flirts with you. Everyone has heard the story of the wizard who severely pissed you off and was then magically separated from his balls."
"That bastard had it coming!"
Yes, and that's why no one messed with Mel. Yet, there wasn't a preternatural creature in Flint who'd pass up an invite to one of her parties. The witch could throw one helluva bash.
"Okay, girl, it's time to dish. Tell me all about what happened with Mal
