That Time I Got Drunk And Saved a Human (Mead Mishaps, #3)

by Kimberly Lemming

I’d enjoy a ganja cookie and have a tall glass of mead.

Baffled, I leaned in closer. “So how did you get her to fall in love with you?” “I licked her cunt.”

“I refuse to dignify your ‘if’ with a response. You are my wife, and we are clearly falling in love.”

“THESE KNIGHTS SOME HOES”

Unperturbed, Felix gave him a lopsided grin. “We’re best friends, we’re buying a shrimp boat, and starting a business.” “Go to hell.” I took his hand and offered a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you, I’m Cherry.”

The feeling was hard to place. If I had to give it a name, I’d say it just felt right. “Leaving you was never an option.”

Of course. This is the song of The Lord of Storms.

“I love you, Cherry. Our story may not have had the best beginning, and the middle has gone off the rails, I’ll admit.

“My name is Cherry Hotpepper. I live in a small village called Boohail in the tail end of Kinnamo. Please take me home.” For a long moment, he simply stared. His mouth quirked, “Hotpepper, huh?” A small laugh escaped his throat, and he rested his head on my shoulder. “Do you have an older sister named Cinnamon?” I stilled. “How do you know Cin?” “I don’t know how I didn’t notice before. You two look so much alike.” “Answer my question,” I demanded. He leaned away to meet my eyes. An amused grin lit up his features. “Your sister is Madam Shadow.”

Cinnamon stared at me, wide-eyed. In the five years I’d been gone, she hadn’t changed much.

“Thank you for bringing her home,” Cin wailed against his chest.

“Hey, Ma, I’m home.”