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Magic Strikes -  Ilona Andrews

'It dawned on me that Raphael was sitting very still. Frozen, like a statue, his gaze fixed on the point above my head. "He's standing behind me, isn't he?"'


'Today he wore faded jeans and a grayish-blue polo shirts of all things. It's hard to look lethal in a polo shirt, but he managed.'


'Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped onto the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to?'


'I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther away from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer.'


Yeah, I'm fangirling.