Page 34 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

I turned to look at Scarecrow. There was a faint blush on his cheeks that was too adorable.

CHAPTER 13

There was an eerielaugh that split the air, raising every hair on my body.

Lucy instinctively clung to me, almost sending the both of us tumbling.

“Come along, Toto, we mustn’t linger here too long. Goodness, we certainly aren’t in Kansas anymore.”

The voice was girlish, too young to have the sinister mocking lilt that crept up your spine.

I shivered, “What is a canned ass?”

Scarecrow snorted, “It isn’t canned ass, is it a place, very far from here—called Kansas.”

Lucy looked unimpressed, “I don’t care if she is from twat, butthole or Timbuktu, that chick is full on crazy.”

I agreed. I didn’t like the fact that we couldn’t catch Dorothy in the act.

Scarecrow frowned, “I wish we knew what type of magic that we were dealing with if the fairies are to be believed that farmhouse is indeed from Kansas."

So, that little girl had enough power to send an entire house sailing across not only the world but through different dimensions and into Oz.

“Well, shit,” I breathed.

His lips twitched, “Exactly.”

Lucy sighed, “I am going to need to relocate our office if you are intending to stay with tall, dark, and brooding. So, let’s be off. I will gather what we need to set up a makeshift home base in Scarecrow’s spare room.”

I felt my cheeks heat, “Lucy! We can’t just overtake the man’s house! Perhaps he is ready for me to stay at my own place?”

Please don’t make me go home. Please don’t make me go home.

He raised a brow, “If that is what you want. My bed is bigger, but I don’t mind squeezing into yours if that’s what you would rather do.”

I didn’t have to look at Lucy to know that her jaw was hitting the ground, mostly because it was sitting alongside my own.

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