Sentinels of New Orleans, tome 5 : Belle Chasse de Suzanne Johnson
“The Winter Palace is made of ice?”
I tucked Charlie into my messenger bag and walked toward the edge of the room with my arm stretched out to touch the wall, but got only a single step before my feet went skating without me. I pinwheeled twice and did a graceless, spinning one-eighty before landing on my ass. Guess I’d waited too late to begin my figure-skating career.
My bad-tempered escort stood in place with his arms crossed, looking down at me with a disapproving arch of dark eyebrows. “Did you expect that the Prince of Winter would live in a hot and dry desert, Drusilla?”
Well, when he put it that way.