Firecracker (Last Call, Book Six) - Plot & Excerpts
Looking for a fireproof lover. Phoebe stood on the curb and watched another human walk past Last Call without giving it so much as a sideways glance, even when the door pushed open to release two drunk pixies, one of whom glowed independently of the neon sign above her glittery pink hair. A neat bit of magic, hiding a popular club for supernaturals in the midst of the city. Whatever spells wrapped the building must have extended to the sidewalk in front of it, because passers-by seemed wholly uninterested in the giggling, glowing duo. The bouncer wasn’t as inattentive. He caught the girl’s arm before she could step off the curb. “Do I need to call someone to sober you up?” “Oh, whoops.” The pixie in the green dress leaned in to her friend and whispered loudly enough to be heard three blocks away. “You’re glowing.” “Damn it!” The girl scrunched up her nose, and the pink aura surrounding her vanished. The bouncer released her, and the two spilled into the street in a sea of giggles.
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