Page 66 of Witches Be Damned

Tor feigned disappointment. “Well what else can you do? You can’t give me more sparkling personality. I’ve got too much already.”

Astra’s lip twitched, and she tried hard not to laugh. “I could try for some monster appendages like a clit sucker or tickler.”

Tor perked up at each suggestion. “Put me down for both of those.”

“I want to experiment on test subjects first.” She patted his knee. “I don’t want to ruin that fabulous cock, if you know what I mean.”

“You’re the best, Supergal. Come here.” He patted his thighs, and she shifted off my lap onto his. “You’re the biggest bad-ass superhero there is. Fuck the comics. I’m writing one about you. It’s called Sunset Streak.”

Nice cover. Not that the sentries heard it from their position by the wall.

She leaned back to look up at his blue eyes framed by sandy brows. “You’re so romantic.”

Tor ran a hand from her neck to her lower back.

I playfully punched his arm. “That’s my nickname, and it’s copyrighted. You owe me fifty percent royalties.”

“Fifty?” Tor scoffed. “P-man and I are splitting forty-five each for writing it.”

Pascal’s mouth lifted into an excited smile. “We are?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Pascal cringed at Tor’s cuss. “Supergal gets five percent for creative input. And Knoxe can have five for the name.”

“Five?” I joked. “I’ll take you to court for copyright infringement.”

Astra snorted. “How about you settle it a different way?”

Ah. The flush of her cheeks told me what kind of way. “I’m in.”

Tor’s eyes darkened as they took me in. “Me too.”

“Good.” Astra rubbed his shoulder. “What does you-know-who get? He’s going to be a character, right?”

Tor scratched his chin. “One percent. Sorry Supergal, you’re down to four. These royalty margins are tight.”

She slapped his chest, and the frost that gripped my heart these past six days starting from her kidnapping, melted at her gorgeous, humorous smile. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Tor wrapped both arms around her. “You love me.”

“Yeah, I do. A lot.” The way their lips came together confirmed it.

He hummed his appreciation. “I think P-man and I can cut a little of our percentage down for you. Forty-four for us and six for you.”

“So generous!” She giggled and repeated the kiss. “Still only six?”

“Kiss me, babe.” Tor leaned over his wheelchair. “I need to assess whether you’re worth a four.”

I leaned over and smacked him on the lips to keep up the game. “That’s easily a ten.”

“Yep, it is.” Tor grinned. “You’re gonna have to do better, Supergal.”

She laughed and pinched his nipples.

“Oh, you found my weakness, Supergal. You’ve shot up to ten!”

“I’ve lost track of whose getting what,” Pascal muttered.

Astra’s fingers pointed to her. “I’m getting ten. Knoxe eight. Our other friend two for rounding off’s sake. You and Tor are splitting eighty. That’s forty each.”

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