Page 69 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

I stood, pushing my chair away from the table and dropping my napkin.

“What do you think we have been doing, Greggy-poo? She has been killing my subjects and taunting me. I don’t mean to invite her for Christmas Brunch.”

Gregory sneered at me, “It is obvious you need a professional on the job.”

Scarecrow stood as well, “That would be me.”

Gregory waived him off, “No, not at all what is needed. I shall have to take this on personally. Glinda?”

She stood as well, her blonde curls bouncing as she rose. “Yes, Prince Gregory?”

“You shall accompany me.”

Glinda blanched, “Oh, no! I am not one to get involved with the unsavory bits in life.”

Gregory gave her a bald stare, “It wasn’t a request.”

“Damn it,” her blue eyes pleaded with me to refute him.

But the evil witch inside of me loved this more than I was willing to let on.

“Shall we split up then?” I suggested.

CHAPTER 25

“Honestly, Scarecrow, it was years ago, you have no reason to be jealous!”

He hadn’t spoken to me since dinner when it was decided that Glinda and Gregory would search near the northern edges of my territory that met with his. Scarecrow and I were to go along the eastern route, closest to the lake surrounding Emerald City.

“I’m not jealous,” he muttered under his breath as he shoved something in his bag before securing it to the bike.

“Then why aren’t you talking to me?” I demanded.

He scowled, “I didn’t sleep well. If you recall, we spent the night in the dungeon, perhaps, I am tired?”

“That’s a lame ass excuse, and you know it,” I got up in his face. “I am not getting onto that bike until we resolve this.”

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