![]() ![]() “Sit,” he invited, gesturing to the chair opposite his. Apparently she was, for all intents and purposes, an imp. Knox felt an unexpected tingle of amusement at her typical imp response – vague and evasive. “No, I’m not,” Harper confirmed, impressed that he’d sensed it. The Wallis family was pretty notorious, and he’d assumed they were all imps. But having Harper so close, filling every one of his senses, he realized…“You’re not an imp.” He wasn’t sure what she was. ![]() ![]() And you knew that expecting obedience from them would be an exercise in frustration. You knew you would only get the right answers if you asked the right questions. You knew that they would rob you blind if you were dumb enough to not pay attention. Why? Because you knew where you stood with an imp. “I have a loose alliance with Jolene.” Knox had always liked imps. She was also thirty levels of batshit crazy and had been known to reduce entire buildings to rubble when in a foul mood…though Jolene preferred the term ‘demolition expert.’ “She’s my grandmother.” In addition to being the Prime of her lair, Jolene Wallis was a hard-assed bitch. “If you’re a Wallis, you must be from the North Las Vegas lair.” At her nod, Knox added, “How closely related are you to Jolene?”Īs he took a small yet prowling step closer, Harper’s demon tensed even further. ![]()
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