If you tear off my foot, I’ll have a hard time battling dark elves.
He squinted at me. I thought I sensed an elf or dark elf. What was he doing here?
She was delivering threats.
How novel.
I thought so.
Someone honked out front. Maybe the police or fire department had finally figured out what was going on.
“You all right, Min?” I checked on her, found her finishing hosing down the last of the flames, and got a thumbs-up.
“Hello!” came a familiar call from the entrance gate.
“Back here, Diavan.” Fairly confident we’d dealt with all the trouble—Damas would alert me if more showed up—I stepped out into the main aisle. “Are you alone?”
“Who else would be with me?” He pushed the gate farther aside and stepped in.
“Your hot date.”
“Jeremy from the club? I haven’t had time to get toget
