The Cassandra Palmer Collection

by Karen Chance

  The only one I’d ever been able to depend on.

  "It’s a date," he told me. And then looked alarmed when my hand covered his. "You know, the platonic kind. I don’t need a pissed off war mage on my ass."

  I rolled my eyes. "Fred?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Happy Holidays," I told him, and shifted.

  The End