After a quick glamouring of our Rasha rings so that Hybris wouldn't know we were hunters if, no, when she showed up, Ro ushered me to the limo he'd rented. He'd stocked it with champagne and chocolate-dipped strawberries.

Limo ride 2.0 was way better than the first one.

I bit into a large berry and licked chocolate off my lip, watching refracted streetlights slither over the tinted windows. "I'm rethinking the definition of us, because I could get used to this. Also, ...