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“Looks like it,” I say.
But these boils are angry and exploding all over him.
“Thank you for saving me from that,” I say, looking at Sly.
“You’re welcome. Let’s send him home, shall we?”
“Yuck,” Temp says, as a large boil on Septamus’ forehead erupts, sending blood and pus everywhere inside the bubble. “Quick, before I have nightmares or throw up.”
I take Temp’s hand and hold the other out to Sly. He grins and takes it. We send our, for the moment, grey magic out, and Septamus vanishes.
“Pretty sure that will be the last you see of him,” Sly says, dropping my hand. “I’m also pretty sure those boil holes will never heal.”
“Will there be any karma backlash for you?” I ask him, concerned, letting Temp’s hand go.
Sly shakes his head. “Nope. I just turned his potion on him. No backlash whatsoever.”
“Good,” I reply. I turn to look at Kean and the boys, but they aren’t behind us. I see them off by the church, looking around some old graves, Ben bending down and holding Lyric’s hand, pointing to something and Kean carrying River.
“He looks so cute holding Lyric’s hand,” Temp says, gazing at his lover.
“Changing your mind about having one?” I ask, grinning.
“No. We might look at fostering older children somewhere down the line, but not for some time yet,” he replies.
Hey handsome it’s safe to come back.
Kean looks over and smiles.We’ll be right with you, and then we can get some lunch.
Good, I’m starving.
CHAPTER 28
We arrive home early in the evening. We had a lovely pub lunch. We tried to put Lyric in a highchair, but he cried when we tried, so he sat on Kean’s lap, eating his chicken nuggets and whatever else we all fed him.
Sly fed River his bottle, and then I changed his nappy before we left to come home.
Lyric fell asleep not long into the journey and was still asleep when we reached the manor. River fell asleep just as we reached the manor.
We carry both sleeping boys inside and take Lyric’s jacket and shoes off, and settle them both in their day cribs as we walk into the kitchen.
“Coffee?” Kean asks, walking to the pot.
“Please,” I say, taking my jacket off, putting it over the back of my chair and sitting down just as Temp and Ben walk in.
“Coffee?” Kean asks them.
“Please, thanks, Bro,” Ben answers for the two of them, sitting down.
“Are the boys asleep?” Temp asks, throwing his suit jacket over the back of his chair, then sitting down next to Ben.
“Yeah, neither stirred. Sly get home alright?”
“Yeah, we dropped him off, waved to the boys and came on back,” Ben replies. “What a day.”
“Yeah,” I reply.
“I’m glad we were with you today and that your nutty brother is taken care of,” Temp says
