Lost Magic (The Swift Codex book 3)
“Though he'd come to see me, he stood there stroking his nonexistent beard for a couple of minutes. I stirred myself up from trying to take a nap. Anna lay unbundled on the plush carpet, waving a teething ring in the air. While I didn't see what was so fascinating about a ridged, purple ring of plastic, Anna evidently found it an amazing item. It went into her mouth, where she gummed it. For once, Mordon barely registered her existence. I asked, “What do you have there?” He blinked as if startled to find me in the same room. “This is an itemized invoice.” I yawned. “Someone actually think to bill you properly for a storage container purchase?” He raised a brow. “I'm expected to pay for the tracking, containment, and repair of a grotesque.” “What?” I reached for the bill. It was boringly standard. Looked as if it had been made out on a typewriter with a carbon copy beneath. The letterhead had an image of a bulldog with crossed arms and the words Mason Security.
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