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The blanket had slid down to his waist, revealing his ridiculously chiseled torso. How a man who ate his weight in food every day managed to look that good was beyond me. It was frustrating. \u201cLike what you see?\u201d he asked, not looking over. \u201cNot really,\u201d I replied dryly. \u201cDo you like what you see?\u201d My tone was belligerent. He reached for the blanket to get a look, but I clutched it closer to my chest.<\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t bothered with pajamas after returning to bed after the bird incident. \u201cNo way.\u201d \u201cSince when don\u2019t you want to play that game?\u201d he teased. \u201cSince you informed me last night that you\u2019re afraid of birds.\u201d He frowned. \u201cFor the hundredth time, I\u2019m not afraid of birds. I just don\u2019t like them when they\u2019re all \u2026 flocky.\u201d \u201cFlocky?\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s a word.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m pretty sure it isn\u2019t.\u201d \u201cWell, it should be.\u201d He shook his head. \u201cDon\u2019t go telling people I\u2019m afraid of birds.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s a lame thing to fear.\u201d \u201cI agree. That\u2019s why I was confused when you left me alone to go out to face off with hundreds of possessed birds all by myself.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t phrase it like that.\u201d \u201cHow should I phrase it?\u201d \u201cYou had everything under control. Besides, you don\u2019t like when I swoop in\u2014man, now I hate the word swoop, but it\u2019s the best word for this particular context\u2014and save you. I didn\u2019t want to step on your toes.\u201d \u201cYeah, that was it.\u201d I kept the covers clutched to my chest and regarded him with a mixture of bemusement and affection.<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you have come out if the birds attacked, or would you have left me to my fate?\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s an unfair question. I knew you had the birds under control. I didn\u2019t abandon you. I wouldn\u2019t do that.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s okay. I\u2019ve been abandoned my whole life. I\u2019m used to it.\u201d I didn\u2019t know I was going to say it until the words were already out of my mouth. Gunner reacted as if I\u2019d smacked him, and I instantly wanted to take it back. \u201cI\u2019m just joking,\u201d I said hurriedly.<\/p>\n

Gunner didn\u2019t look convinced. \u201cScout\u2060\u2014\u201d \u201cI was just joking,\u201d I insisted. \u201cI know you would\u2019ve helped if they\u2019d started tearing the flesh from my bones.\u201d His mouth dropped open. \u201cToo dark?\u201d \u201cJust a bit.\u201d He dragged a hand through his shoulder-length hair. \u201cScout, I would never abandon you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course not.\u201d I planted a kiss on his cheek and rolled out of bed. \u201cI\u2019m going to shower.<\/p>\n

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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum OceanofPDF.com CRONE IT DOWN A SPELLS ANGELS COZY MYSTERY BOOK THIRTEEN AMANDA M. LEE WINCHESTERSHAW PUBLICATIONS OCEANOFPDF.COM CONTENTS 1. One 2. Two 3.<\/p>\n

Three 4. Four 5. Five 6. Six 7. Seven 8. Eight 9. Nine 10. Ten 11. Eleven 12. Twelve 13. Thirteen 14. Fourteen 15. Fifteen 16. Sixteen 17. Seventeen 18. Eighteen 19. Nineteen 20. Twenty 21. Twenty-One 22. Twenty-Two 23. Twenty-Three 24. Twenty-Four 25. Twenty-Five 26. Twenty-Six 27. Twenty-Seven 28. Twenty-Eight 29. Twenty-Nine Mailing List About the Author Books by Amanda M. Lee Books by Lily Harper Hart OceanofPDF.com I 1 ONE could hear them.<\/p>\n

They were almost cooing. If we hadn\u2019t been hunting monsters, I would\u2019ve found the noise soothing. I, Scout Randall, almost never got unnerved. Today was an exception. \u201cWhat\u2019s that noise?\u201d Marissa Martin, my least favorite co-worker, asked. Whenever she went out on a job with me it went poorly. For her. She was never close to death or anything\u2014at least mostly\u2014but she did somehow end up filthy and with dead \u2026<\/p>\n

whatever \u2026 in her hair. She seemed determined to make sure that didn\u2019t happen this time. \u201cSounds like owls,\u201d Andrea replied. She was my mother, although our relationship was new. At one time she\u2019d been a hands- on mother. That had gone out the window when my family had hidden me in the system to keep me safe from those hunting me.<\/p>\n

I was a pixie witch. Heck, now I was the apex pixie. Apparently my coming into power had been foretold and my enemies had been desperate to keep it from happening. It was too late now. I was powerful, and it wasn\u2019t just my mouth fueling me. Andrea and my father Rick had found me months ago. Our relationship, cool at first, had been thawing, just like the Hawthorne Hollow winter.<\/p>\n

\u201cMakes sense that it sounds like owls,\u201d Rick offered. He and Andrea had been volunteering as backup whenever I was sent on a job. It was their way of bonding. They were good in a fight\u2014unlike Marissa\u2014so I didn\u2019t mind. \u201cThey\u2019re basically owl people, right?\u201d It took me a moment to realize the question was directed at me. \u201cThat\u2019s what was described,\u201d I confirmed. \u201cApparently they\u2019re really big owls.\u201d \u201cThe size of people?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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