It was useless. For the ten-thousandth time, her brain refused to comprehend what she was reading. Jillie punched her shoulder. “Coffee?” She shook her head. “No. I’ll float out of here if I drink any more.” “How about some toast, then. You look a little peaked. Maybe you should eat something, in...
Startled, Blaire jerked back from where she stood washing dishes, and turned. He took two steps toward her and thrust some gawd-awful dead thing her way. Without thinking, she curled her fingers around the scaly feet of a big damn bird. “Oh. My. God. What is this? A buzzar...