Page 48 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
He grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”
We hurried up to change into appropriate clothes, then grabbed Sola and paused at the door.
Winter said, “I think Goliath will be okay here with Odin, but if you want to drop him off at my house, we can.”
I gave the dog a pet since he came to the door to see what we were doing. “I think he’ll be fine. And I bet both of them will like having the company. I always feel bad when I leave Odin alone all day.”
“Me too. I actually thought about asking you if they could stay home together, but I wasn’t sure if you’d think I was weird for asking.”
I laughed. “I thought about it too, actually, and had the same thought.”
“So I guess we’re both weird, then.”
“Sounds like it.”
He laughed, kissed my lips, petted Goliath, and pulled me out the door to the truck.
I was oddly excited to see those kids again. They were good kids, and I really wanted to help them out, if they needed it. I was happy to hear they were both working at the museum, so hopefully Chaos wasn’t taking on any more dangerous necromancer jobs.
I rolled my eyes at myself. Of fucking course that kid was.
He seemed like he loved using his magic—and I didn’t blame him—so why wouldn’t he?
Ugh. Hopefully, they were both being safe.
Chapter Thirteen
Winter
Itexted Aeson to let him know when we arrived at the museum, but he didn’t respond by the time we made it to the front of the building. I glanced at the ticket booth and did a double-take.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, elbowing Miles and nodding toward the booth.
Miles looked that way, and his eyes widened. “Is that…?”
“Yep.” I gently pulled him toward the booth, examining the kid behind it.
I almost didn’t recognize him in a white button down with a red and gold vest and a matching hat on his head, but whenwe got closer, I could see he was still wearing a ton of jewelry—earrings, rings, and necklaces—had dark eyeliner on, and though the red and gold hat covered most of it, his black hair was sticking out from under it. He’d had his ears pierced last time, but now he also had his right eyebrow and left nostril pierced.
He also had the grumpiest look on his face I’ve ever seen.
I couldn’t help but say, “With a welcome like that, I’m surprised everyone in the state isn’t coming to the museum.”
He looked over, his eyes widening slightly in surprise—had Aeson not told him we were coming?—and he straightened in his seat as he flipped me off, barely even looking to see if there was anyone around that would be offended by the gesture. It made me laugh, though.
“Hey, Chaos,” Miles said, offering the kid a smile.
“Hey.” The kid let out a tiny smile as he said, “Hi, Sola.”
The firebird trilled in happiness from Miles’s shoulder.
Miles absently petted her. “How’ve you been?”
The kid shrugged. “Fine, I guess. I hate it here.”
“That was obvious from the look on your face.” I moved closer, smiling at him as well. “Hey, kid.”
“Hey. What’re you guys doing here? You taking a tour?”
