Ilona Andrews

“I have a plan.” Curran grinned at me.
“Please enlighten me, Your Majesty.”
“I’m going to make Jim figure it out,” Curran said.
“That’s it? That’s your plan?”
“Yes. I’m brilliant. Come on.”
I hopped off the wall and we went down the stairs. If anybody could figure out how to rope Ghastek into this scheme, Jim would be the man.
Served him right for all those times he’d pushed me into the line of fire. Payback is a bitch.