Chapter 108

“I could go for a nice soft taco.” Caspian voice oozed wicked sinfulness.

I pointed at him. “There will be no taco for you Mister! Not until I get caffeine!”

I muttered about backstabbing imps as I drank my fake coffee. Beside me, Caspian chuckled, kissed my temple and then shimmered out.

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