“Trimmed toenails get eaten, I know.” Honey made a sound, and the goblin flashed a grin at her. “Of course, you can flush them if you’d like. I prefer to be certain. Witches are bitches and they’ll burn your britches sure as kittens have itches if you give ’em half a chance.” Elizaveta was in one of the bedrooms. She might not have heard Larry. But Honey was standing right next to him. “I’m a bitch,” said Honey in a smooth voice. The goblin laughed. “That you are, dearie. Don’t
