Page 22 of Signed in Incubus

“Hey, don’t do that. I can’t go out with you all up in my business.”

“I am not all up in your business.” Something snaked between my legs, giving me the world’s most invasive wedgie. It didn’t stop there: the wedgie grew, trying to make its way up my pussy and ass.

I let out an indignant screech. “Argh! I command you to get off me.”

The perverted skirt disappeared, and Prax reappeared again in front of me, his arms crossed and his lips pouting. “You’re supposed to use your power over me to demand I get you off, not get off you. You’re a meanie.”

“Me? A meanie?” I reached over, grabbed his pants—he was back in his pirate outfit— and pulled up as hard as I could. I mentally willed him not to turn to smoke, hoping to give him a taste of his own medicine with a mega wedgie. “There. How do you like that?”

He made a face, his boggled eyes clearly conveying his discomfort, but he choked out “Love it!” in a strangled voice.

I grabbed my clutch to double-check I had everything I needed for a night out on the town: wallet, keys, phone, and a snack. Then, deciding that I should bring a glass of water too, I picked up the glass from my bedside table, ran the tap in the ensuite bathroom until it was cold, and filled it to the top. Then I opened the drawer to my bedside table and put it inside, careful not to spill it when I closed the drawer again.

“Did you just put a glass of water inside that drawer?”

“Yep, in case the drawer goblins get thirsty.”

Prax looked at me like I was crazy, but I just shrugged. In reality, the inside of my clutch was spelled to open up into the drawer.

I strapped on my heels, the only pair of shoes I’d unpacked other than my daily Doc Martens.

“Ooh, sexy.” Prax whistled. “But how are you going to drive in those?”

“I’m drinking tonight. I’m not driving.” I also didn’t trust my vehicle not to give away my location. I really needed to get my car looked at in case my parents had bugged it.

He grinned. “I will drive you.”

I shrugged noncommittally.

“I will go start the car.” Then he puffed outside.

Haha, sucker!

I quickly chanted the words to open a portal directly into Griselda’s living room. Since she was expecting me, she accepted the portal request immediately.

I stepped through, and Lily threw herself at me for a hug as the magical door fizzled out of existence.

“Eeeek! Gigi said you’re planning on staying here in Darlington even though the wedding fell through. I’m so excited! I mean, I’m sorry your fiancé turned out to be an asshat, but it will be just like the good old days. It hasn’t been the same without you.” She held me out at arm’s length. “You look great. Glowing, even! Not what I expected after…you know.”

I knew. She meant the wedding that never was. I also knew why I was “glowing.” My magic had spiked wildly when I was with Prax, and I could still feel it thrumming through me.

Griselda handed me a drink with a lime wedge. “Still a gin and tonic girl?”

“Does it still glow under black light?” I took the drink from her. “Staying here means I’m also finally cutting the cord and facing the fallout from my parents. My hope is that they’ll be so afraid of any bad publicity that they’ll keep everything hush-hush and not go crazy stalker on me.”

“About time!” Lily held up her drink for a toast, and the three of us clinked our glasses together before taking a sip. “You know, I used to be so jealous of people raised with silver spoons in theirmouths, but then I met you. You couldn’t pay me to live with your family. No offence.”

“Gee, thanks, Lily,” I said wryly. I could always rely on her to be brutally honest with me. “I love you too. So, where are we going? I wasn’t sure if it was going to be a bar or a club, so I went a little extra sexy.” Then, in a lower voice, I said, “If you want to know the truth, I haven’t been to a club since our trip to Vegas. I say we go to a club.”

“Yeah! Let’s do it,” Lily said.

There was an oversized pirate-themed fleece blanket tossed over Triscuit’s massive cage to give him some privacy, but that didn’t stop him from hearing and replying to one of his favorite phrases with a loud, “Let’s do it!” and an even louder squawk.

“See, even Triscuit agrees,” Lily said, grinning. “Besides, Penny hasn’t experienced club life here like we have. Darlington is special. Even before the fall of the Wall.”

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Triscuit, already hyped up, started mimicking the sound.

“I’m going to have to change that ring sound before he learns it,” Griselda mumbled as she grabbed her phone to bring up the feed from her door. “Your hottie incubus is here, Penny.”

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