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By the time Olivia arrived for dinner, Ethan had made so many side dishes that he ran out of counter space, and the rolls were a little burnt. He also forgot to cook a main dish.
Jag leaned over to Ethan, his whispering skills beyond terrible. “Ethan, do human ribs retract? Because we are birthed through the torso, and I’m concerned for your narrow frame.”
If you two cause the end of the world because you’re horny idiots, I’ll kill you.” Ethan was fairly sure they were doomed.
“That says Vows, not Oath.” The laptop nearly toppled to the floor. “Pardon? Vows?” “Oh my God, are you two married?” Olivia gasped in delight. A cold wave of panic set in Ethan’s bones. “Did I force you to marry me, Jag?! Oh my God.” Jag moved his eyes between the two clearly insane humans. “No. You just have the wrong page.”
Olivia had relocated to the armchair in the middle of the night and slept better than anyone else at the table. Her optimism and cheery attitude that early in the morning was offensive.
I know the feeling
“I will kill him,” Jag mumbled into his coffee cup. “I’ll unhinge his jaw and snap it off.” “Murder aside, Jag is right,” Olivia pressed.
“Jagmarith, second son of Bolor’gath, Champion of the Blood Wars, if you harm the books in this case, I will never forgive you.” “Oooh.” Olivia covered her mouth. “He whipped out the full name.” Jag cleared his throat, glancing at Olivia, then back to Ethan. “I apologize, Ethan.”
“I did it once before so incorrectly that the world is tearing itself apart,” Ethan corrected, his eyes bouncing up to Jag. “What if I make it worse?” “That is a possibility.” “Jag!”
“Did you plan another vacation to the beach so I can take my revenge against the seagulls?” “Nope.” Ethan hooked his arm around Jag’s. “How about I show you?” “I still wish to get my revenge, Ethan.” Jag followed as Ethan pulled him out of the kitchen. “They stole from me and insulted me with their cries and by shitting in my ice cream.”
