Page 108 of Peacock Me Like a Hurricane

The Goddess is Full of Wrath

TALIA

They drained each other?!

Is that flamboyant featherhead serious? What in the name of all things hot and hell bound did he think he was doing? And don’t get me started on Deli. She’ssupposedto help me keep that birdbrain in check and now here she is, following him merrily down the road todeath.

Ugh. Sometimes, I wonder if I am the only sane person in this entire universe.

I know I’m not, but humor me, okay?

My choices might not be stellar—dating Wilde — and I’m not doing so hot on listening to the people trying to protect me, but then I’ve never been the type to retreat from a challenge. In fact, I run at it head-on.

Before I do, I plan and consider, and I make it work. I’m the brains of the operation, which is why I work in the training and operations department at the Company. I analyze, target, and plan the things our clients need. I’m damned good at it, too.

Relationships I’ve never been great at—outside of Taurus. We clicked and we still do. It’s been a little lonely with him so immersed in Deli. I thought a fling might be the thing to shake myself up and have a good time.

I’m not complaining about them. If I had an issue, I’d state it and fix the problem. He’s different with her than I’ve ever seen him, and it’s a good thing—when they’re not conspiring to cause their own certain deaths.

Imayhave stepped a little far into the fire too quickly with Wilde. Since I spent the better part of yesterday dealing with his little ‘family’ breakfast from hell followed by the bird going off his rocker last night, I’m wondering if a little action with the flouncy one is even worth the trouble. Hell, a vibrator would have cost a lot less than the repairs and emotional turmoil that dating him has generated.

How could I have known that dating a mate that she didn’t even care if I dated was going to cause a problem for Taurus’ leading lady every time I go near the fool?

Oh, right! She bloody told us so.

At least, she tried to. I should apologize for not listening to her gentle, yet insistent decrying of the idea. I’m not sure why she was tippy toeing around the insanity when she had a definitive idea of what would happen, but I don’t suppose that Taurus wanted a blow by blow of her relationship with him, either. Maybe that’s why she was so vague.

Regardless, now I have to contend with the two of them diving into the shallow end and hopefully, not hitting their heads on the bottom. This car just isnotgoing fast enough and I can’t poof like him and his sparkly kitty, so all I can do is drive like I’m trying to break the sound barrier and stew.

Good thing they’re all alive and well because I’m going to fucking kill them.

The Artist Flies to the Rescue

RAFE

Bloody-fucking-hell.

You know, I’m a laid back clone. I don’t ask for a lot, don’t complain, and I don’t make anyone jump through hoops for me. Is it too goddamned much to ask that my primary mate and her bloody husband don’t commit a Romeo and Juliet randomly at 11 pm on a Thursday?

Seriously.This is what I deal with, people.

I know she’s rash and emotional and impulsive, and he’s no better. I know they’re in this phase of love that’s so huge that it’s transcending the sodding Universe, and the baby has made it that much bigger. But draining one another, knowing all three of them could die?

Christ in a fucking cartoon, I think they hit their heads in the shower or something.

My car’s flying down the road like I’m in the middle of a high-speed chase and I can’t get it to go fast enough. Jesus Christ, the things this woman makes me do. I’m liable to end up a smear on this windy, long-ass road up to their house.

You know, I was here when we brought the bed in and I don’t know if it’s the magick of being a rich bastard, but this place is like four bloody times the size of what was here only amonth ago. It’s a mansion now. I park the car and sigh, trying to get myself under control. It won’t help to have this turn in a screaming match, and she’ll be amped up enough as it is.

Calm down. Take a breath.

Honestly, it’s the most excitement I’ve had since the whole ex-mates affair. That, my friends, is a bleeding tragedy.

I’ve got to get out more.

The Goddess And The Artist Give A Lecture

DELILAH

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