Three Kings

by Freydís Moon

“You’re tiny and awful. You know that, right?”

“I’d say you’ve enchanted me.” He swallowed a mouthful of whiskey. “I’d call you both wizards. Claim you’ve spelled me, somehow.”

“We’ve accidentally wrangled ourselves a selkie who can cook and spelled him into liking us.”

“I won’t have you lost in another fisherman’s net.”