The Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers (33 page)

The gold seal of the Department of Intramagical Affairs decorated the right
corner. "A full demon slayer license?" I asked, swelling with pride
and relief. "You mean I don't have to take the test?"

Sid rolled his eyes. "Stopping a demon invasion wasn't enough of a
test? You earned it. But don't go flaunting it in front of Officer Ly or she'll
have you back on that ladder faster than you can say 'crash landing.'"

Like I ever wanted to see the Dragon Lady again.

Dimitri wrapped his arm around my shoulders, warm and inviting. "Come
here. You have to see this."

I followed him to the front room. Next to a charred spot on the hardwood,
Pirate stood behind a line of white plastic forks.

"Look at this, Lizzie. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Six forks!
Want me to do it again? One! Two!…"

I hardly knew what to think. "Did Ezra teach you that?"

"No-sir-ee-bob. Dimitri taught me!" Dimitri rubbed Pirate between
the ears and my dog closed his eyes with pleasure.

I stared at my dog. Was he imitating? It had to be. "Dogs can't
count."

Dimitri grinned. "Not with that attitude."

He stood and wrapped his arm around my waist. "I figured now that
Pirate's going to be a world traveler, he needs to learn a few new
things."

The griffin had a point. I yanked him closer and dragged my fingertips along
his side, pleased at the little shiver I felt run through him. "So we're
finally headed to Greece?"

He ran his hand along my spine, trailing a line of kisses up my neck.
"The sooner the better."

At last I'd meet his sisters, sip a little ouzo, help unravel the secrets
that brought Dimitri to me in the first place. "I love you," I said.

He grinned. "Finally."

Growing up, ANGIE Fox used to keep a flashlight in her bookcase for
emergency situations when she had to read "just one more chapter"
after lights out. She even tried her hand at writing—an illustrated book
about a dog that ate his family's Thanksgiving turkey. Of course the book had a
happy ending—the family spent Thanksgiving at McDonald's.

Angie kept writing and eventually graduated with a journalism degree from
the University of Missouri. She worked briefly in television news before she
realized it was more fun to make up her own facts. Thus, a career in
advertising was born. Angie became a copywriter—a job she loved, and
still does. She squeezes in freelance advertising jobs between her fiction
projects.

Visit Angie at
www.angiefox.com
.

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