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"You’ll fight better if you’re relaxed," Anyan said, chuckling evilly His hands were at the waistband ofmy zipper

Make-out! Make-out! Make-out!a happy-libido dance at the sound of

And then it nearly keeled over when someone pounded at the door

"Jane? Anyan? You decent?" ca the door to our suite’s rooet a roo at her own joke, she ca her arinal eyed him reproachfully

"You don’t have to do that," she purred, waggling her eyebrows atafter battle"

"What did you find out, Cyntaf?" Anyan said, pullingcloser anyway

"The proble it up, all while shaped as a dragon, is that you rarely get a chance to read signs"

With that, Blondie pulled a flier out of her back pocket, handing it to hter that bubbled tohim the flier "Like a rock band, only bones A real, honest-to-gods tour"

Anyan’s widein York this week," he said, o"

"Now?" I asked I’d had hankerings for another date A Paris date

My only ansas their retreating figures That’s when I decided this mission officially sucked After all, I’d come to Paris, and I’d barely had one iota of romance

Not to mention any stinky cheese

CHAPTER TWENTY

Apparently, the Alfar were rather pissed at me, so we had to take the Eurostar back to London It was an aly short ride, and there was actually very little tunnel I thought we’d be underground forever, and was prepared to deal with much claustrophobia Instead, I barely even noticed ent in, let alone e came out

There were seven of us on the ride home, so we had two tables to ourselves Blondie, Anyan, and I sat at one table, while Gog, Magog, Lyman, and Griffin sat at the other

Griffin and Lyot to ithout a full contingent of rebels and Alfar shadowing our every move, but we had to take both second-in-commands Meanwhile the rebel leader, Jack, and the Alfar Leader, Luke, were going back to England to meet with the human prime minister As the territory with the most established connection to its hu the clean-up operation necessitated by Morrigan’s attack on Notre Da up occasionally to stare at her phone I was happily eating the stinky cheese and baguette that Anyan had bought for me at the train station as a consolation prize Anyan atching Griffin and Lyman speculatively, while Griffin and Lyular dysfunctional Brady Bunch, but with ic and fewer bell-bottoh and pushed the wedge of brie away Then I started in on the bunch of grapes we’d also bought

Anyan turned back to

"We’ll be et on a train to York And hopefully we’ll hear fro little shit, but he’s good"

Anyan nodded "The best At both annoyance and espionage"

That’s ere ed to find where Morrigan’s entourage atching her tear up Paris a safe distance away They’d apparently looked as horrified as we had She was full of surprises, that dragon, even for the supernaturals she worked with