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Wednesdays were such fun, because it brought retribution to those who backed Mason in the most painful of ways—legal ones.
wistful grumbles of centuries long past and years that were remembered with more fondness than they deserved. It seemed to me that all too often vampire Elders forgot how recently indoor plumbing had been developed.
“Yes,” I said with the patience and smile of a thousand angels.
“We don’t care,” Felix added. “Because we know you ate crayons in elementary school.” “That was an off year for me!”
“Though I expected you to first complain how close my hand is to your butt, given that you seem very protective of it.”
I’d like to reconcile, Hazel.” “Yeah, and I’d like a pony,” I grumbled.
I reviewed what he’d said, compared it to the slant of his eyebrows,
“Forgiveness means giving up my anger at your actions. It doesn’t mean there are no consequences to your actions,”
“What good does the hidden dagger do if it’s in your boxers?” “That is the point I was hoping to test,” Josh said. “Thus far it has been an unsatisfactory experience.”
“I think it was when we visited you for the book that I said you two were friends, and you both got disgusted with me and claimed you weren’t.” Killian scoffed. “It’s because we’re not.” The Paragon drew back, as if Killian had slapped him. “How dare you say that?!”
You barged in on my life at all sorts of inconvenient times as long as you were fighting with your precious over here, and now that she’s back I am suddenly ignored? So cold!”
Killian looked pained. “Your cat is picking out the tea?”
“You have the mental capacity of a donut,”
“It’s a good thing I’m such an ancient, elderly fae,” the Paragon piteously said. “So I can’t overhear any secret whispers between you two.”
The Paragon delicately coughed. “Yes. Ahem. If you could stop accosting Adept Medeis long enough for me to finish what I was going to say, I’d appreciate it.”
It will be easy enough to convince the vampires that we’ll use the occasion to look benevolently down on the fae to remind them of their shame.
Or—that is to say—I was very popular in my youth!” He laughed sheepishly. “When was that?” Killian asked. “The American Civil War?” “As if you have room to talk Sir ‘I-hail-from-Britannia-and-probably-shook-hands-with-King-Arthur-and-am-now-robbing-the-cradle’!”
(I guess a vampire eating kale was enough to shock my wizards, too.)
Maybe trust doesn’t mean they have to tell me everything, but it’s more about working with me instead of trying to push and manipulate me—even if it’s for a hidden good.
“I’m the Eminence,” he said. “Who is going to tell me I can’t? Besides I’m very busy.” “Doing what?” “Admiring you.” I snapped my fingers and pointed at him. “There you go, much better.” His grin turned a touch debonair. “Does that mean your butt will finally be available for viewing now?”
Because that suits me, I will approve.”
blessed-and-sanctified-butt that must be protected at all costs?”
“Yeah, about that—you could have just been honest and approved the building like you wanted to,” I said. “Why do that when I can convince the committee I’m so head-over-heels for you, I’ll let you push me around? It makes them so much easier to manipulate and test.”
