Chapter 1
Verity Friday, standing outside her little brother’s boyfriend’s luxury apartment, grumbled, “I know you know I’m here, you’re psychic, Sparkles,” and nudged the door with one booted foot. The door, having already refused to answer early-morning knocks and aggrieved sighs and an experimental poke of magical energy, sat solid and dark-painted and did nothing.
“Oh, come on.”
Still nothing.
“If you’re having s*x in there—”
Running feet, and her brother’s unmistakable rainbow of magical talent, bounded up to the door. Flung it open. Bounced on tiptoes and excitement. “You’re early!”
“And you’re too easily distracted, if you can’t tell when someone’s at your door—” She gave up because Sterling was hugging her, all pocket-sized whirlwind enthusiasm and a rather guilty pair of paj
