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“Well, being that you were just chosen as the next Supreme Boner, oops, I mean Supreme Osteomancer, I’m going to go with yes.”
Message received, ancestors, message fucking received.
This whole magic thing is so much more than I could have ever imagined, and I can’t deny, boss bitch looks good on me.
“We’re about forty minutes from my home,” he tells me, and I nod even though I’m unsure how I feel about that. He buckled my unconscious body into his car, and we’ve been driving for who knows how long. Seems like a weird thing to do.
I know I’ll never see things the same. This...this is beautiful, and for the first time, I can’t wait to see what’s next.
“Listen, coffee maker, I know you think you’re the shit because you’re bougie as hell, but let’s keep it real. You have one job—to make coffee—and, bitch, right now you’re sucking at it. You should be ashamed. What would all the other coffee makers have to say about your attitude?” I growl as I try for the hundredth time to make this damn machine work.
“Morning,” I sing-song, retreating from my battle with the maker of lifeblood and casually taking a seat at the island.
“Slap-happy, hangry, impatient, and then cuddle slut is a solid pattern for me,” I reply candidly.
“Are you insinuating that this is my fault?” I shriek, and I feel the land beneath my feet and the house behind me quake slightly with my fury. “Whoa, just calm down,” Marx inserts. “Shove calm up your ass, Siren,” I fling back, and his answering chuckle pisses me off even more.
“Does that count?” I shout out a little too frantically as I point toward the now vacant stump.
“Oh, shit, I am so sorry,” I stammer, embarrassment crashing through me like an avalanche. “I don’t know why I did that. You were just there”—I gesture at his close proximity—“and it was like some weird reflex,” I defend as he blinks down at me in stupefied astonishment. “I blame the kitchen!”
