Page 112 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

El rolled her eyes, “Fine. But I want a full explanation.”

“Deal,” a hint of a smile on my face.

“Did you really have sex with Gross Gregory?”

The question came out unbidden, and for a moment she sounded like a much younger version of herself.

I giggled, “Yes—and it was magnificent!”

CHAPTER 40 - PART 3 – Glinda

El kept making gaggingnoises all through breakfast. I knew she was just trying to get a rise out of me, and it was definitely working.

She had magicked me some clothes, which I was very grateful for. My magic tended to do better when I was using it to help someone else. And growing things, I was excellent at growing things.

And then it struck me.

I am such an idiot.

Gregory was making his way down the stairs when I pushed away from the table and launched myself into his arms.

“I can fix the crops,” I said in a rush as he clutched me to him.

“What?” he said burying his face in my hair.

I heard El groan from across the room, “You aren’t going to be like this all of the time now, are you?

I smiled evilly and pulled Gregory’s face down to mine in a ravishing kiss. There was way too much tongue and plundering for a crowded room first thing in the morning. But it was worth it, damn, was it worth it.

“Stop,” she screeched, “You are killing me! I am melting away in disgust! Melting! Melting!”

She is such a drama queen.

I heard a high-pitched scream that curled the ends of my hair. Pulling back from Gregory I looked over at my sister who had water dripping off of every inch of her.

Steam had begun to sizzle up from her clothing and I knew that we needed to take over.

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