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Ilona Andrews

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    “Dear God, Connor, that was a ten-million-dollar house.”

    He shrugged. “I found it cathartic. Would you like some coffee
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    Establish a common ground. Remind him who you are. “Where is the swing?” she asked. It had been the favorite hangout of the Rogan kids. That’s where they’d gone when he’d had to ask her advice, back when he was twelve and she’d been the cool older cousin Kelly, twenty and wise in all things teenager.

    “It’s still there. The oaks grew and you can’t see it from the balcony.” Connor turned, set her cup in front of her, and sat down
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    If Connor decided he wanted her dead, her magic, what little of it there was, wouldn’t be enough to stop him.

    Connor was the culmination of three generations of careful marriages aimed at bolstering the family’s magic and connections. He was supposed to have been a worthy successor to the fortune of House Rogan. Much like her, he hadn’t turned out the way his parents had planned
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    The security camera footage identified two arsonists: Adam Pierce and Gavin Waller.”

    He waited.

    “Gavin Waller is my son,” she said. The words sounded hollow. “My son is a murderer.”

    “I know.”

    “I love my son. I love Gavin with all my heart. If it was my life against his, I would die for him in an instant. He isn’t an evil person. He’s a sixteen-year-old child. He was trying to find himself, but he found Adam Pierce instead. You have to understand, kids idealize Pierce. He is their antihero—the man who walked away from his family and started a motorcycle gang. The bad boy charismatic rebel.”
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    The name is Mad Rogan. They also call me the Butcher and the Scourge, but Mad is the most frequently used moniker.”
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    as about to give me wouldn’t hurt. It was the first time my young brain connected the unsettling feeling of my magic talent detecting a lie to the actions of other people
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    John Rutger lied because he was a scumbag
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    John’s wife was named Liz, and two days ago she hired me to find out if he was cheating on her. She had caught him cheating before, ten months ago, and she’d told him that his next one would be his last
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    My cousins had run his lineage. John wasn’t connected to any of the important magical families whose corporations owned Houston. He had no criminal history, but still something about the way he carried himself set me on edge. My instincts said he was dangerous, and I trusted my instincts
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    John raised his arms, bent at the elbow, palms up, fingers apart, as if he was holding two invisible softballs in his hands. The mage pose. Oh shit
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