Brush of Darkness (44 page)

There was a sudden silence. On instinct, I jerked my backside away from him, peering out of my nest to catch him midbite. The unicorn gave me a sour look, curling his upper lip in distain. “Almost got you,” he mumbled, flopping onto his back with his legs spread obscenely. “Just ask Charlie. She’s always talking to dead people.”

I frowned. I hadn’t spoken to Charlie in quite some time. At least not in anything that didn’t end up being awkwardly . . . awkward. “Charlie as in ‘the girlfriend of the angel who cheated on her with my boss and whose baby I’m
taking care of’?”

“Yeah.” His mouth pursed. “Hmmm . . . yeah, I could see where that might be a problem. Good thing I don’t have to talk to her, though . . . eh?”

“Nice.” I slouched back down and rearranged the blankets, rolling to the other side to keep my posterior out of range. “Whose side are you on anyway?”

“Thought you’d have figured that out by now,” he yawned, one eye cocking open to wink at me. “Mine.”