Ilona Andrews

Kate leaned toward me. “When I was little, Voron took me to Latin America. TV still ran regular programming back then, and they had this really dramatic love story on during the week. It was full of very pretty people…”
I pointed my fork at her. “Are you implying that our relationship is like a Spanish soap opera?”
“I’m not implying. I’m saying it.”
“You’re crazy.”
Kate grinned. “Have you traded any significant, tormented glances lately?”
“Eat dirt, Kate.”
“Perhaps he has a twin brother…”
“Not another word.”