Page 8 of Lost in the Fog

Regis smiled. “She’s nymph class. All curves all the time.”

“Fortunately, I am also a raging bitch, so things cancel out.” Pandora smiled brightly.

Myrtle grinned. “I think I like you.”

“Strange instinct. It needs further study.”

“I think so, too. Denith is always good for food if you want to meet me here tomorrow.”

“Oh, sorry. Tomorrow, I am over at Regis’s daughter’s school for career day. Regis is busy, and I am fucking fascinating.”

Myrtle grinned. “Fine. Day after?”

“Sure.”

“Gimmee your phone.”

Pandora sighed and unlocked her phone, handing it over to Myrtle, who punched in her number and then texted herself. One of the dark elves picked up her phone and grinned. “Got it.”

She beamed. “There. Now you have me, and you will know what is going on if I text. I am going to look you up in the book.”

“Book?”

Regis sighed. “My diary. Well, the recycled me. It has lists and descriptions of the new Elite omegas that are going to be walking the world very soon. It’s toxic to anyone but Myrtle or me.”

“How toxic?”

“Deadly if handled.”

Pandora smiled. “Cool.”

Regis snorted. “Don’t even think it.”

“What?”

“You want to surround it with mist and see if you can lift it?”

Pandora shrugged. “I have weird hobbies.”

Gia laughed. “You could say that. She used to be a professional cheerleader.”

“Not like this, I wasn’t.” One of the males was coming toward them. “Uh-oh. The principal is coming.”

Myrtle leaned against the man and said, “Teyval, this is Pandora.”

He nodded slowly. “Did you once go by another name?”

“Yeah. Sort of. Dora.”

He blinked slowly. “Last name?”

“Mycroft.”

Understanding lit his gaze. “You had a mate.”

Pandora frowned. “He was yelling, and I fell.”

Myrtle smiled. “Don’t worry about your audience. They can’t see us talking. We are... elsewhere.”

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