Page 21 of Magic and Muffins

They were right. That much attention from a fae wasn’t odd. It was what they did, even at Blur. The non-stop buzz from my necklace was probably making things weird for me.

Mentally shaking my head at myself, I studied the menu. The options listed were mostly aphrodisiac foods. Not surprising really.

My necklace suddenly hummed aggressively against my skin, sending a cooling wave through me.

Something was wrong.

“Hello, beautiful,” a server asked when she stopped at the table. Like all fae, she was blonde and had an elegant beauty. However, her eyes looked hungry.

She placed a bottle of carbonated water on the table. “Compliments of the house.” She breathed in. “Do you see anything you desire?”

Vena nodded. “I want one of everything, and I want to eat it on him. Naked.” She pointed to Anchor, who looked as if he was on board with it.

The server let out a soft moan. “Your desire will be fulfilled.”

“Um, I think that’s a health code violation,” I said.

None of them seemed to hear me. Anchor was already stripping his shirt off.

I hopped up from my seat and yanked his shirt down.

“We need to go.”

“No. Stay.” The server drew closer.

I didn’t feel like she was going to attack me—my necklace would have propelled her away—but she looked desperate.

In fact, more servers moved closer to us. That’s when I noticed they all wore the same hungry look.

In my distraction, Anchor tugged his shirt from my hold and peeled it off. Vena stood, shoved the place settings to the floor, and climbed on top. She extended her arms to Anchor as I looked for the bottle of water on the floor, intending to douse the pair.

A hand caressed my ass. A surge of need heated my skin before my necklace glowed, and a cooling sensation swept through me. I spun around to face the aggressor. Tall with light hair and eyes, sculpted features, and a lean body, he was absolutely beautiful.

Another wave of coolness swept through me, and although he was still mesmerizing to look at, I saw him differently.

Dangerous.

The crack of my hand across the man’s cheek didn’t faze him. At least, not the way I’d hoped. He smiled slowly.

“You have some fire, my beauty. I like it. Give me another.”

He offered his hand in the old-world way Cross sometimes did, as if inviting me to join him.

Behind me, I heard Vena whimper and knew we were in serious trouble.

“I’ll pass on the slap fest,” I said, grabbing the carbonated water from the floor.

I uncapped it, put my thumb over the opening, and shook it vigorously.

When I spun around, my gaze locked on Vena licking something off Anchor’s chest while straddling his lap and humping him hard. I thanked every ancestor I had that they both still had their pants on.

“Why isn’t it working?” Vena moaned, grinding against his flaccid firearm. “Make it work.”

Anchor groaned, his hands firmly gripping her hips like he was afraid she was going to leave him.

Expertly angling my thumb on the bottle of carbonated water, I sprayed the fae surrounding the pair. I purposely got a little on Vena, too. Payback for the time she spritzed me when I’d been kissing Cross.

Dousing the fae had the effect I’d hoped for. Without their focus, Anchor regained enough sense to realize what they were doing. In one fluid motion, he stood and hoisted Vena over his shoulder.

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