Wicked Wish (Dragon's Gift: The Storm #1)

by Veronica Douglas

“Your servant did not tell me we would be transporting such an illustrious person. We will have good luck on this voyage! Do you have bags?” He headed up the gangway. “Have your servant bring them up.”

“Oh, shit. Of course, it’s booby-trapped.” I tried to cover my embarrassment. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Indiana Jones.”

“Whoa!” I said, interrupting him. “Planes-walking sure makes a mess. It’s like a tornado hit.” “And yet…the books and papers are so neatly stacked on the shelf.”

“Cheese!” Nix took it and breathed deeply. “Smells amazing. I can’t wait to try it.” “I swiped it from the djinn’s palace. It’s vengeance cheese.”

“Also, we got attacked by wind demons and were permanently banned from the library. It’s been a hell of a long day already. I have to wash half a bag of flour out of my hair and”—I examined my filthy skin and clothing—“well, frankly, everywhere.” “I wish I could be there to help.” I blinked. “What?” Damian cleared his throat on the other line. “I meant with the wind demons. In the library. Not the…”

“Okay, let me put this into your mind.” I waited until he had recovered. “Cucumbers and earthworms. Right?” Damian blanched. “Not that I’ve ever eaten worms before, but it’s how I imagine them to taste,” I added. He narrowed his eyes and watched me closely. “You are a strange one, Neve.”

Damian smiled. “Did he send the Pillsbury Doughboy after you, too?”

Sending Jeanette links to a few designer dresses, I murmured, “Go big or go home.” “What?” Damian turned to me. “What?” “You said something.” “Nope.” “Okay,” he said suspiciously. “Okay.” I buried my face in the phone.

The limo sped away from the mage’s house. I turned to Damian. “Woof. He’s a total dickweasel.”