Fire me up: an Aisling Grey, guardian, novel by Katie MacAlister

Author:Katie MacAlister [MacAlister, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Fantasy fiction, Fiction, General, Romance, Fiction - Fantasy, Romance: Modern, Romance & Sagas, Paranormal, Love stories, Romance - General, Contemporary, Fantasy - Contemporary
ISBN: 9780451214942
Publisher: Signet Eclipse
Published: 2005-05-03T04:00:00+00:00

"I'm so sorry to hear that. Poor Jim. But if the vet is positive he got al the poison out, I am sure Jim's resilience wil help the body recover quickly. You might be able to destroy a demon's physical form, but they are heartier than a mortal being."

My stomach growled loudly as she speared a piece of melon. "Sorry," I said, trying not to look like I was starving. I had fal en asleep on Drake's bed—now, I guess, also my bed—after my shower, and I only barely made it to the appointment with Fiona without being late. There hadn't been any time to rustle up something for lunch.

"You're welcome to some," she offered, pushing her plate toward me.

'Thanks, but that's not necessary." I looked at my watch, chewed my lip in thought for a second, then turned around and looked at the doorway leading into the hotel. Zaccheo stood next to the wal , a pitcher of water clutched in his hands, his body tense and quivering slightly in anticipation as if he was waiting at the starting line of a race. I smiled at him and he shot over to me, almost knocking down an elderly couple in his haste.

"You want water?" he asked, holding the pitcher as if it was made of precious gems. "You want more water?"

"No," I said, speaking slowly but firmly. The only way I'd managed to have a conversation with Fiona without him drowning me in ice water was to forbid him to approach me until I signaled I wanted something. He had remained against the wal , ignoring other patrons as he stood poised to race to my side at the merest flick of my finger. "I have to leave in five minutes, but I missed lunch and I'm hungry. Do you think you can find something quickly—"

He was off before I finished the sentence, ice water splashing everywhere as he raced into the hotel.

I turned back to Nora. "You know, I could get used to this amulet."

"Amulet?"

"It's a delivery I have to make." She just looked at me as she ate her fruit, the sunlight glinting off her glasses. I started to explain, but a crash behind me heralded the return of Zaccheo. He skidded to a stop at the table, bumping it hard enough that I grabbed for my water glass and Nora's iced tea to keep them from being knocked over.

"Here is bread and soup and fish and very fine meats and cheese," Zaccheo said, unloading his armful of plates onto the tiny table. "You eat these, yes?"

I looked at the food mounded before me. It looked like he had raided the kitchen's store of conference food, grabbing an uncut baguette, a huge round party plate of cheeses, a similarly large plate of rol ed cold cuts bedecked with parsley and olives, and a bowl of a thick, spicy soup. "I wil eat one of these. I don't have enough time—or stomach capacity—for al of it/'

His face fel .

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