Page 71 of The Accidental Dragon Baby

Telos

Finally, a betting pool that’s NOT about Mavvie-chicken and me

Yaeger

What’s up? What’s going on?

Mav

Bruiser pissed Uriel off. They’re gonna fight

Onyx

In the middle of a mission?

Griff

Do they need a getting-together song??

Duke

Can’t you save this for after the rescue?

Raptor

Just mute the chat, Duke. Let the rest of us have some fun

Telos

You didn’t complain when it was Mav and me screwing during the mission

Crush

I’m betting the meat from five stags. It’s gonna be explosive and they’ll kiss up against a tree

Ace

A chest of gold. They’ll fuck for the first time in an elevator.

Raptor

Hassel will record all your entries

Blade

Hold a party when you get back. Invite them both. I want to see this with my own eyes.

Raptor

Hell yeah!

“Why are you all suddenly on your phones?” Bruiser asked suspiciously.

Uriel frowned and checked his phone. “I didn’t get a message.”

Ace stuffed his phone into his pocket, swallowing a laugh. Ivo giggled against his neck. In his mink form, Ivo’s laugh sounded more like chattering. Uriel had charmed a long, closed leather basket with eye holes, that Ace had secured around his neck. Ivo fitted inside as a mink, and Uriel had promised that no harm would come to him if he stayed in the basket throughout the rescue.

Raptor flipped his phone in the air. Crush and Duke put theirs away.

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