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  • Blade Bound(Chicagoland Vampires #13)(77) by Chloe Neill
  • “Oh no,” she said, picking a remaining bit of chipped polish off her nail. “I want no part of that. You’ll weasel it out of him eventually.”

    I narrowed my gaze at her. “I could weasel it out of you.”

    She grinned. “I seriously doubt it, vamp.”


    “Probably about many things, yes.”

    The view turned to darkness as we reached Lake Shore Drive, which would take us into downtown.

    “And how are you?” I asked.

    She frowned. “What do you mean?”

    I kept my voice low. “You looked, I guess, kind of lustful about Claudia’s magic.”

    She smiled a little. “For a second, I thought you were going to say I looked lustfully at Claudia. Which, I mean, she is a babe.”

    “It’s that ancient, voluptuous, Irish sexpot thing. Girl crush.”

    “Total girl crush,” she agreed. “I’m all about the boys, and my boy in particular. But she has an appeal that’s just—it socks you in the gut. And the dress doesn’t hurt. I couldn’t pull that off. But damn, does she have the figure for it.” She smiled. “I really want to ask her out for coffee to talk about her magic. Maybe she’d take me to the green land, which would be pretty amazing. But with the magic and the dress, she’d either be arrested for lewd behavior or completely swamped by admirers. And I don’t know if fairies even drink coffee.”

    I didn’t, either. “And the magic?” I prompted.

    Mallory paused. “I’m not going to lie—I felt a twinge.”

    “A twinge?”

    “Want. Desire. It’s not dark, Claudia’s magic. She doesn’t need death and pain to make her magic operate. But it’s old. And with magic that old, good and evil aren’t nearly so far apart.”

    “You resisted, so that’s good.”

    She frowned, arranged herself in a cross-legged position on the wide leather seat. “Yeah.” She held out a hand, flexed her fingers, made a fist. “And it wasn’t easy not to reach out and grab a handful of magic. The memory is so vivid. How it felt running beneath my skin, so much energy, so much potential. That’s the hard part of any addiction, I guess. Remembering how good it felt, and saying no anyway. But even if I was going to indulge, which I’m not, this is not the magic to indulge in. Too old. Too different. Too powerful.”

    “Unless we all want to end up on a direct flight to the green land,” I said.

    “Seriously. Merit,” she said after a moment.

    I glanced at her.

    “Thanks for asking. For, I guess, engaging me about it. Addiction isn’t easy. But it’s a little easier when you can be honest about it. When you can acknowledge it, instead of pretending it doesn’t exist.”

    “You’re welcome, Mallory.” I reached out and squeezed her hand. “That’s what friends are for.”

    “And sharing girl crushes.”

    “And sharing girl crushes.”

    “Seriously, that dress, though.”

    I decided to leave it at that.

    • • •

    Catcher found an on-street spot a block from Michigan, and we climbed out of the car, katanas belted beneath our coats. We also carried supplies for the magic Mallory intended to work downtown, and blankets to spread on the ground beneath her accouterments.

    I’d wondered whether we’d see more people outside or fewer: Had they stayed inside to avoid the building danger, or come outside to gape at the gathering snow?

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire