Hunted (The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book Six)

while we were there.
    “I want to go!”
    “No, continue your training. Target practice with thethrowing knives, and don’t forget to work with the staff. We’ll get into some new martial-arts stuff tomorrow, I promise. And I want to hear how you’re progressing in your Old Irish.” I closed the cab door and started the engine before she could talk her way inside. We kicked up some dust in my haste to escape.
    
    Only six
.
    
    I know. I’m running out of ideas, though
.
    
    She has a mirror, Oberon
.
    
    That would probably work, except that she would murder the stylist
. It would never work. There was more to Granuaile than her hair.
    
    His words reminded me of my promise to fight on the side of the Norse in Ragnarok, when and if it came.
We’re all doomed
, I said.
But for now I think I’ll count my blessings
.
    
    He stuck his head between the front seats and deftly licked my ear, delivering a classic Wet Willy. I shied away and laughed.
Always, buddy
, I said.

From New York Times bestselling author
    KEVIN HEARNE
    The Iron Druid Chronicles:
    HOUNDED • HEXED
    HAMMERED • TRICKED
    TRAPPED • HUNTED
    The Iron Druid Chronicles eNovellas:
    TWO RAVENS AND ONE CROW
    GRIMOIRE OF THE LAMB
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