"Merlin, that's hot," Delaney murmured, listening to the matter of fact way Maeve talked about hexing people. She was even willing to overlook Maeve's opinion about her brethren, the so-called rich elitist snobs, because truth be told, she almost wanted to watch Maeve lose her temper and hex somebody's balls off.
She cleared her throat. "Lets finish the wine and go…"