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“It’s Sheepmaggedon!” Noah cries, as he gets closer.
We all gape at him and the agitated sheep in hot pursuit.
“Why didn’t you tell me there were killer sheep here?” he cries as he flings himself into my outstretched arms. “They’re out to eat me!”
Indeed, the sheep do appear to be following him specifically, but I suspect I know why.
By now, my useless best friend has collapsed on the ground, laughing so hard he’s crying.
Noah looks like he wants to kick him every time he howls with laughter at Noah’s expense.
As the sheep start to crowd around, Noah jumps up into my arms. “Save me!”
I extend my wings, flapping them with enough force to lift us into the air while the sheep begin to mill around in obvious confusion, their bleating cries echoing in the air.
“What the hell is going on with those man-eating sheep?” Noah demands now that he’s safe above the fluffy creatures.
I have to bite my lip to hold back my laughter. “They’re not man-eating sheep, my love.”
He juts out his chin. “Could have fooled me. They were out for blood. I could see it in their beady little eyes.”
I cough to conceal a laugh. “You’re maybe a fraction right. I forgot to tell you—”
The withering look he gives me the second I utter those words makes me shift awkwardly, but I bravely continue. “The animals on our estate are a bit different from others. They’re used to foraging off the land here, which is saturated with magic from the ley line. It tends to make them rather fond of magically enhanced things. So, when you tapped into that power out here and sent it to my men, you basically sent out a huge beacon to our flock of sheep that there was a tasty magical meal over here.”
Noah gawks at me. “And I was the main dish?”
I chuckle. “Not exactly. Sheep are herbivores. They wouldn’t have actually tried to eat you, but they may have tried to nibble on your clothes a wee bit.”
He shudders. “Whatever. I saw that movie with the zombie sheep. I don’t trust ’em. We should go back to the castle now.” He narrows his eyes as he looks down at the sheep. “And I’ll ask Tal if we’re having mutton for lunch.”
Chapter nineteen
Noah
Mama Delilah’s Daily Horoscope Reading
Your energy and zest will serve you well today, Sagittarius. A big task is going to come your way that only you can handle—there’s a lot of work to be done. At the same time, others will count on your adaptability and relentless optimism when things get tough. Today might just be the day to live that adage, “Go big or go home.”
I’m yawning by thetime Elryk and I head to our rooms to get ready for bed, but I’m still hoping we can sneak in a quick round of nookie.
Turning on the bedside lamp, I see my phone.
Yes, I left it charging.
A couple of days ago…
With a mounting sense of dread, I pick it up to find I have thirty-seven unread messages.
All from my mother.
They start out fun and even a little bit joking, then get progressively more worried.
Three days ago:
Mama Jama:Noah, why aren’t you responding? Are you okay?
Mama Jama:My phone shows all my message are unread. I’m freaking out. I emailed too but so far, nada.
