Bound by Faerie: An Urban Fantasy Novel (Stolen Magic Book 1) by WB McKay

moments, my laughter settled. Then I thought about the conversation he must have had with his stylist when he called for an emergency haircut and lost it again.
    While I stood there laughing in his face, surprisingly, his mood seemed to improve. By the time I collected myself he'd settled from boiling rage to calm resentment.
    "You ruined my hair and stole my book," he said, pushing past me and into the apartment. "I should eat you."
    Coming from a dragon th at very well could have been more than an idle threat. Especially since I'd stolen something from his hoard. "Oh, don't get your underwear in a twist. Your hair still looks amazing."
    "I know it does," he spat. "That's not the point!" His gaze drifted past me and locked onto something with laser focus.
    That didn't take long.
    I snapped my fingers at him. "Hello. I'm over here, not on my roommate's breasts." I glanced over my shoulder at Phoebe and saw her sitting on the back of the couch in a coquettish pose. There was no sign of the bark she usually covered her unmentionables with when I had company over. "I would introduce the two of you, but if you take another couple of steps into the apartment, she's going to pop your head off like a champagne cork."
    His eyes cut to the mounds of vines writhing in the corner and he swallowed hard. Suddenly, he had no trouble looking right at me. "Just give me back my book and I won't press charges."
    "Press charges?" I scoffed. "Like a dragon will be able to prove ownership of anything in his hoard."
    His smirk was about as obnoxious as any I'd ever seen, even if his green eyes were sparkling. "I have a receipt for every book in my library, including the one you stole."
    "Bullshit," I said, not believing it for a minute. He just wanted to get his book back without a fight. "That library would have cost at least a hundred grand."
    "Several hundred, actually." Boy was he pleased with himself. "All bought and paid for."
    "Whatever." I shrugged, not sure what else to say. There was an awkward pause where he expected me to retrieve the book. "Fine, how much do you want for the book?"
    "It's not for sale," he replied immediately, not even considering the offer. "What do you want a book about The Morrigan so bad for anyway?"
    "Are you so dim you didn't figure out who you were chasing before you came pounding on her door?" Or was he just so powerful that he figured he could handle whatever situation he walked into? "I would have thought you'd want to at least know the name of the person who kicked your ass ." And left with a large portion of his hair, but I didn't think that was wise to bring up at that juncture; I awarded myself points for having a snarky thought I didn't share with the crowd.
    A slow blush filled his cheeks and his gaze hardened, like the blushing really pissed him off. "I want my book back. I didn't think it would be a problem to get it."
    So, a little of both then. "Well, I need the book more than you do. So, I guess we'll have to see how hard it is to take a book from Sophie Morrigan."
    It was his turn to laugh in my face. "A banshee?" He bent over and slapped his jean-clad knee. I thought that was just an expression—knee-slapper—not something people actually did. "You think a banshee can take on a dragon and win?"
    "There you go, proving how little you know again," I said, giving him a wicked grin. "First of all, I did take you on and win. Last night. Remember the funny haircut?" So much for me not bringing that up again. "Second of all, does my magic smell very banshee-like, dragon man? And thirdly, The Morrigan's youngest child isn't a banshee. Nobody really knows what she is, but rumor has it she possesses quite a bit of the same magic as the battle goddess. Want to test the theory?"
    He stopped laughing and I got the impression he was seeing me for the first time since we met. "Wait a minute." He shook a finger at my face. "You're the asshole who insulted my club the other night."
    "My opinion still stands.