Page 74 of Dragon in Boots

Today, he drove his cobalt blue convertible Mustang and wore a navy-blue suit with a deep purple tie. It was his go-to outfit when he planned to gorge himself on Chinese food since it hid stains well.

He opened the shop and went in back to find all of his orders had been completed with a note from MF saying that she’d had some extra time on her hands.

Damien growled. He’d been looking forward to the work and taking his mind off things.Damned speedy vampire. Will I get to do any tailoring now that she’s turned?

He would have a stern conversation with her when she came in.Time for her own shop.

The bell over the door out front jingled.

“MF? Is that you?” He marched out. “This cannot go on. I am the tailor here…”

Standing in the middle of his shop was that redheaded dragon woman. Her green eyes were filled with a wild sort of panic.

“Jac, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“You never called me back,” she said.

“My apologies. I completely forgot. It’s been a very strange twenty-four, but you could have simply called again.” Although, his phone was still off. He did not want to risk any of the gods bothering him with new missions, threats of decapitation, or whatever else they felt would keep him in line.

“I’m here because Heebie killed Dash.”

Ah yes. That.“I am sorry to hear of the stripper’s demise, but I am sure the club will find another.”

“No.” She approached him and grabbed his arms. “He’s a vanity demon.”

“Did someone say demon?” Bonbon walked up with Gorgonzolina on his tail.

“What’s that?” Jac took a step away from Bonbon.

“Just ignore him,” Damien said.

“But I could swear your dog was just talking to you.”

“He is a love-sucking demon. Their verbal skills are primitive, so it takes practice to understand them.”

“Hey!” Bonbon protested. “I’m a lover, not a fighter, but I’ll still bite you for comments like that.”

“That furball is a demon.” She exhaled. “Sure. Why not? If a kitten can turn into a dragon, and I can pop out eggs—”

“You lay eggs? Cool. Can I see one?” MF came waltzing in through the front door, wearing a black leather miniskirt, platform boots, and a cropped-back turtleneck.

Damien grunted. “Suits, MF. We sell suits. Not vampire party clothes.”

“My dresses are total party gear,” MF snapped back. “Grandpa.”

Grandpa?Her mate, Maxton, was older than him. “You and I will speak about the dress code and dresses later.” He moved his attention back to Jac, who was frozen, staring at MF.

“Yes, she is a vampire,” Damien said blandly. “Now, how may I help you with your stripper demon issue?” Not that he would help her, but the sooner he understood what she wanted, the sooner she could get on her way.

Jac slowly peeled her eyes away from MF. “Um, okay. Do you remember when we were backstage at the club and you and Cimil were arguing about getting a new body for your ghost friend?”

“She is not my friend, but yes, I remember.”

She went on, “I know it’s a long shot, but could I have that body for Dash? I mean, you said your friend didn’t want it.”

Jac was here for a body? “I am sorry, but I cannot help you.”

“So there is no body?” she asked, sounding devastated.

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