Page 52 of MidKnight
They both shuffled nervously, worried I’d judge them. I shook my head. “Well, no sarding wonder you’re so good at giving me orgasms. You’recheaters!” I smiled to show I was joking. Immediately, the tension fled from their bodies.
But I was on a roll, “Just look at all the orgasm training you saved me. I don’t have to do all that uncomfortable ‘to the left, no softer, no harder’ shite that every other woman does. I should pass a new law. Grooms should all be required to take a disguise spell and practice before the wedding night. Shite. Forget every mistake I’ve made thus far. I’m going down in history as Bloss-the-Orgasmic.”
Their laughter shook the room like thunder.
I wagged a finger at them. “Don’t think this gets you out of playing together. That’s still on my wish list.” I turned to let myself out the door, because unfortunately, I realized that the sun was setting, and I needed to check on my animal friends. I looked back to find Ryan and Declan both frozen. I wasn’t sure if it was in horror or shock.
I grinned. “I’m not opposed to playing with girls either, you know. So, you just decide which of the two of you is gonna take the disguise potion when we finally have time for that.”
When I shut the door behind me, the loudest argument in the history of Evaness started.
Chapter Twelve
Cerena wasn’t alone when I went to her tower. Ember stood off in the corner of the room as Cerena chased the little bunny toward a box.
“Get in there, you mangy flea-filled little—” Cerena held a carrot like a weapon more than a treat. She waved the carrot at a wooden crate lined in burlap nearby.
The rabbit dodged her and ran for her bookshelf on the far side of the room, away from her and Ember.
“Shite!”
Ember giggled, her black wings shaking in laughter.
“They giving you trouble, Cerena?” I stepped into the room, my guard holding open the door for me.
“This little bastard leaves a trail of shite wherever he goes!” Cerena jabbed an accusing finger at the bunny, who bolted toward me. I scooped him up and held in front of me, legs dangling. “That’s not very nice of you, Lilac.”
The shitehead pooped.
I skittered back from the pellet holding him out as far as possible. “What the hell?”
The rabbit twitched its ears meaningfully at me. As if I could understand whatever the sard that meant.
“What? Don’t like your name, Lilac?”
The bunny shite again. I dropped him on Cerena’s work table.
“Fine. You can be Shiter then.”
The rabbit shite. I turned to Cerena. “Are you sure there’s a person in there?”
She nodded. “Oh, I’m sure. And I’m sure right now that it’s a man. No woman would be so disgusting.”
The rabbit dropped another pellet.
“Do you think he has a disorder or something?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. I use rabbit innards. I don’t typically keep them around like this.”
At that, Shiter scrambled off the table and scuttled under my skirts.
“If you shite while you’re under there—”
“What if he looks up while he’s under there?” Ember called out. The Raslen fairy nearly doubled over in laughter, pulling at the ends of her blue hair manically, as I lifted my skirts and hopped away from the rabbit.
“Out!” I scolded the thing.
Shiter did not shite. He sat back on his haunches and crossed his bunny arms. He lowered his ears toward Ember as if he were pointing an accusing finger at her.
