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But he’s my father’s…uh…I can’t say that yet because you don’t know.”
Magic turns purple.
Like a father worried for a daughter.
“That he’s the one who kills you.”
“Did you just—” Fate-Pebble regarded Tarrick for a moment. “How do you know how big Devak is? Did you order someone to tell you his dick size?” Tarrick shrugged. “It came up in friendly conversation.” “You totally did order someone.” Fate-Pebble laughed. “Oh wait, I see it now. You’re right. You didn’t actually order anyone. You slept with a woman who saw Devak and my father together and you asked her during pillow talk. Sneaky. I can’t believe you compared your cock to Devak’s. Also, he’s not small, he’s average and I hate that I know that. My life is way too weird.”
“What are you doing?” Fate-Pebble asked. “Calling a driver.” “Why?” She punched in a code to an electronic wall lock and pulled out a set of keys. Tossing them at Tarrick, she said, “Here.” Tarrick snatched them from the air and looked at them for a moment before resuming his call. “Oh. My. Goddess,” Fate-Pebble practically yelled her amusement. “You can’t drive, can you?”
“Thank you for the call, but I’ll be declining the High King’s mercy at this time. Anything else I could do for you tonight?”
“Nope. I’m good. But seriously, we need to find the kid so can we stop with the dick measuring? Tarrick’s is bigger anyways. I promise you.”
No. He suspected not. Although, when Tarrick was younger he wore a lot more leather and furs.
“Braaaaaids.” “Goddess, Tarrick had braids? No way.” He did.
She frowned. “Don’t call him that. You know he’s not a demigod, not really.”
She grabbed his hand. He seemed surprised but didn’t pull away. “Tarrick?” “Yes?” “Call me Sam.”
