Page 89 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

“If you still want your dick attached to your body, I would recommend you don’t bring it up again.”

I turned to Jake, “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

He smirked down at me, “We make a good pair.”

Eric made gagging noises, “I am getting out of here.”

“Don’t let us stop you,” I said sweetly.

Rolling his eyes, Eric made his way out of my office, only stopping to growl at Brad and undoubtedly making the poor boy wet himself.

“Mombi!”

Brad’s shriek filled the air.

“He’s a bit of a pansy,” winced Jake.

I turned to him with my hands on my hips, “Only I can complain about Brad. He might be a yellow-livered pansy, but he’s my pansy.”

Brad sniffed from the doorway, “That’s the nicest thing you have ever said to me.”

“I need more scotch,” the words flew from my lips, but I knew it was true. My house was about to become a frat house for half a pride of angry lions.

Hell, what could go wrong?

CHAPTER 32 - PART 2 – Mombi

Music blared throughthe house as I made my way down the hallway. When I had opened my eyes, my alarm clock reads 5:47 in the morning. It was way too early for this shit.

In the interest of peace among the pack, Jake had taken one of the bedrooms in the guest wing. I didn’t knock before entering his room.

Just as I was about to unleash every drop of fury I had on him, I realized that Jake’s bed was empty.

My stomach clenched, if he wasn’t sleeping here, and he wasn’t in my room, where was he?

Just as visions of Jake wrapped in the arms of one of the lioness’s arms seared through my brain, I heard his voice coming from downstairs.

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