Cherie Priest's mysteries for me always get me out of reading slumps - they're just cozy enough to keep me from going to bed with nightmares, but still have enough thrills to keep me intrigued. This installment was a bit less mysterious than the previous, but Leda still got into some psychic pshenanigans. (Can I just put P's in front of all of the S words or is that a Ben move?). Flight Risk was full of action, banter, and Cairo, literally the ABCs! The only fault here was just that the overarching plots were predictable, but I still can't wait to read the next one.

*Thank you to Atria Books and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my honest review*