Mistlefoe (Mead Mishaps, #1.5)

by Kimberly Lemming

“Ruby. Beloved. You are talking to a magic sword. You came here with a man who turns into a fox and controls trees. Are you truly surprised by an enchanted wardrobe? The sooner you stop asking questions, the more fun we’re going to have.”

“I never thought of it like that. But you know, there is one sure-fire way to solve this.” “How?” “You use your fucking words and ask him.”

“So what if it is? Being with you these past few days has been bliss. Maybe it will work out and we’ll grow old and gray together. Or maybe it will end in heartbreak. If it’s the latter then…well I know of a cliff on the east side of my territory that would be great for brooding off into the night.”