Page 152 of Something Wicked
“You betcha.” Jess watched Vale dash off. “Mmm… mmm… mmm… They sure know how to grow them in the other realm. The boy is fiiiiinnnneeee.”
Piers placed a hand on Jess’s shoulder, commanding her full attention. “You’re serious about him?” Her track record on relationships left a lot to be desired.
“I found myself a prince among men. What’s not to love?” She waggled her eyebrows. “And the virgin until mating thing? We’re talking a whole lot of sexual repression to work off. I have to get to work. Call me later?”
“Will do.”
Chynne, in cat form, lifted his nose into the air. “Don’t wait up.” He vanished. Show off.
At last, only Piers and Wycke remained—and two dozen or so people seeking early morning coffee and Danish. Piers hiked his backpack higher on his shoulder, feeling the comfortable weight of the coins, jewels, and his mother’s book—now spelled to appear invisible to anyone but Piers, Wycke, and Aberfrer.
“What about us?” Wycke asked, lacing his fingers with Piers’.
“We’re on the hunt for a consulate.” With any luck, they’d need to add a padded ceiling in one bedroom.
Someday.
THE END
