Constant Cravings by Tracey H. Kitts Page B

on the back.
    “And that is why I love taking you with me. You’re so easily ruffled. He’s obviously talking about lifting the veil, not lifting her—”
    “Enough, Nym,” I interrupted. Even though my tone was scolding I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “You don’t have to be such an ass.” 53

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    “Thanks,” the siren said, regaining her composure. “Since you can’t possibly get lost on your way back to Luna’s place, I’m going to work.” She checked her watch. “I may be late as it is.”
    Her blonde hair sparkled as she tossed it over one shoulder, flashed me a winning smile and left.
    Nym shrugged. “Guess she’d rather take a cab than get back in the car with me.”
    “Can you blame her?” Liam asked. “You tease that woman mercilessly.”
    “Because she’s a siren for fuck’s sake and she has no idea how to be seductive. It’s ridiculous. She won’t even let me give her lessons.” I laughed. “I think all Aurora needs to do is stop telling her dates she’s a siren.” Nym’s eyes widened. “She does that?”
    Liam put his hands on his hips as he turned to me. “Well, that’d scare the hell out of me. Especially if I didn’t know her well.”
    Nym waved off the shaman’s comment. “I’ll simply have to work with her. Let her get lonely enough and she’s bound to give in.”
    “You’re awful,” I teased.
    “And you’re going to freeze to death.” He handed me his long coat and directed his next comment toward Liam. “What were you thinking taking a woman out in her underwear in this weather? It’s butt-fucking cold outside.” We both laughed at the expression. The look Liam gave me let me know he was well accustomed to the elf’s vulgarity.
    “I wasn’t thinking about tomorrow at the time. Besides, all I was wearing was this robe.”
    At this the elf nearly choked while helping me into his coat. Liam pretended not to notice but I could see the barely contained amusement in his smile.
    “I’ve got some shoes you can borrow,” Liam said. “But they’ll be huge on you.”
    “Why don’t you just magic her back?” Nym asked.
    Liam walked toward the closet in the hall and we followed.
    “Because it isn’t good to do such things too often. There are side effects.”
    “Such as?” I asked.
    “Weakness, dizziness, loss of concentration, erectile dysfunction.”
    “Good grief.”
    “Sounds like shit I get in my email,” Nym said.
    “Don’t worry, you won’t really get erectile dysfunction even if you had a penis,” Liam said, handing me a pair of boots. “You have to do it several times to experience even mild side effects. Make that several times in a row . You should be fine.” 54

    Constant Cravings
    Chapter Seven

    I walked slowly down to the car to keep Liam’s big boots from falling off. Nym put his arm around me both for my warmth and his own. November was not normally this cold in Atlanta. According to the temperature gauge on Liam’s porch, it was twenty-two degrees. Not record-breaking, but cold as hell to be outside in a robe and underwear, even with Nym’s borrowed coat.
    “To think, this is the hottest part of the day,” Nym said through chattering teeth.
    The minute I saw his car, I smiled. It was an older model white Cadillac with glitter in the paint. I think the technical term is pearlescent. The seats were leopard print and the steering wheel had a fuzzy purple cover.
    “Looks like a pimp decorated it,” I said, laughing.
    Nym took the keys from his pocket and clicked a button to unlock the doors. Guess he’d had that feature installed, because older model Cadillacs didn’t have auto-lock doors. I should know, I owned one in high school.
    “Your pimpmobile awaits,” he said, opening my door.
    As soon as we got inside, Nym cranked up the heat. We both sat there for a few minutes with our hands in front of the vents, shivering. To my surprise, he handed me a blanket. By the way, it matched the seats.
    “You