leg, and flipped the damn thing right into a tree. Hurts like hell, but it’s not broken. Just a scratch.”
King Jerome hummed. “Were you drunk?”
I snorted. “Still am, and I don’t want to hear it.”
“What did Queen Clover want last night?” King Balar asked.
“You mean this morning,” I grumbled, shrugging a shoulder, even as I grabbed the new box with my phone in it—the newest version and pink. “What she wanted was to talk. It was personal and none of your business.” She had actually apologized to me this afternoon, understanding she had taken her butt chewing too far. “And don’t even think of stealing the fuzzy black blanket. That one’s mine as soon as I wash the dirt and blood off me.” I slammed my bedroom door shut behind me, grumbling as I continued to limp to the bathroom, my leg aching with each step.
Flopping onto the couch, my wet hair pulled up into a messy bun, wearing a pair of green pajama bottoms and an oversized grey t-shirt, I tossed my blanket over my legs and propped them up on the coffee table. I turned the television on distractedly while I began programming my new and improved cellphone, before grumbling quietly, “What are you two staring at?”
King Jerome choked from the table, “You sure you’re eighteen?”
My brows puckered, glancing toward him, then to King Balar sitting next to me, both appearing frozen solid, staring at me blatantly. “What are you talking about?”
King Balar blinked. “You’re not wearing any make-up.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get a big head about it. I’m in for the night. Normally, I do take off the make-up before I go to sleep. And I just took a shower.”
Another gradual blink. “You look different.”
I scratched at my jaw, glancing between them. “You know, both of you could actually use some tact in regard to women. We typically do appear different without—”
“Younger,” he instantly amended, rubbing a quick hand over his face before his gaze began tracking over my features once again. “You look like you could still be in high school.”
I bit my bottom lip, amusement lighting my gaze. “That would be a tragedy.”
“Yes. It would.”
I ignored that. “I like to drink. Out with the humans with their stricter laws, my face needs to match the age on my fake I.D. Hence, the overdone make-up.” I shrugged a shoulder, grabbing the remote, and started flicking through the channels until I found the proper one to purchase a movie.
“Now, if you two are not too wigged out by my appearance, and are still planning to stay to watch the movie, I don’t want to hear any,” I deepened my voice, “ manly grumbles at what I pick.” My lips curved, truly excited, finding the movie I had been dying to see. I glanced at each of them, both oddly freezing in place, but I still muttered happily, “This movie is supposed to be good!” I wiggled a little where I sat. “Are you guys going to stay?”
King Jerome stared for a long moment before he cleared his throat, stood from his chair to grab a blanket, and sat on the other side of me. He propped his boots up on the coffee table, flicking a finger at the television screen while tossing the blanket over his legs. “Play it if it’s supposed to be so good.”
My head snapped to King Balar, still grinning in excitement, my eyes flicking between his, asking, “What about you?”
Taking his eyes off me, he rubbed his hand over his face again but closed his book, getting comfortable. “I’ll watch it.”
I chuckled evilly, quickly hitting the button to purchase it. “It’s supposed to be a tear-jerker, so be prepared.” I snickered further when they wore pained expressions. “No worries. I don’t cry. I was just giving you two fair warning.”
They didn’t cry, but both did end up deciding to stay the night once again, Vows given for no testing. I most definitely tried not to stare overly long when they both removed one more item of clothing than they
King Jerome hummed. “Were you drunk?”
I snorted. “Still am, and I don’t want to hear it.”
“What did Queen Clover want last night?” King Balar asked.
“You mean this morning,” I grumbled, shrugging a shoulder, even as I grabbed the new box with my phone in it—the newest version and pink. “What she wanted was to talk. It was personal and none of your business.” She had actually apologized to me this afternoon, understanding she had taken her butt chewing too far. “And don’t even think of stealing the fuzzy black blanket. That one’s mine as soon as I wash the dirt and blood off me.” I slammed my bedroom door shut behind me, grumbling as I continued to limp to the bathroom, my leg aching with each step.
Flopping onto the couch, my wet hair pulled up into a messy bun, wearing a pair of green pajama bottoms and an oversized grey t-shirt, I tossed my blanket over my legs and propped them up on the coffee table. I turned the television on distractedly while I began programming my new and improved cellphone, before grumbling quietly, “What are you two staring at?”
King Jerome choked from the table, “You sure you’re eighteen?”
My brows puckered, glancing toward him, then to King Balar sitting next to me, both appearing frozen solid, staring at me blatantly. “What are you talking about?”
King Balar blinked. “You’re not wearing any make-up.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get a big head about it. I’m in for the night. Normally, I do take off the make-up before I go to sleep. And I just took a shower.”
Another gradual blink. “You look different.”
I scratched at my jaw, glancing between them. “You know, both of you could actually use some tact in regard to women. We typically do appear different without—”
“Younger,” he instantly amended, rubbing a quick hand over his face before his gaze began tracking over my features once again. “You look like you could still be in high school.”
I bit my bottom lip, amusement lighting my gaze. “That would be a tragedy.”
“Yes. It would.”
I ignored that. “I like to drink. Out with the humans with their stricter laws, my face needs to match the age on my fake I.D. Hence, the overdone make-up.” I shrugged a shoulder, grabbing the remote, and started flicking through the channels until I found the proper one to purchase a movie.
“Now, if you two are not too wigged out by my appearance, and are still planning to stay to watch the movie, I don’t want to hear any,” I deepened my voice, “ manly grumbles at what I pick.” My lips curved, truly excited, finding the movie I had been dying to see. I glanced at each of them, both oddly freezing in place, but I still muttered happily, “This movie is supposed to be good!” I wiggled a little where I sat. “Are you guys going to stay?”
King Jerome stared for a long moment before he cleared his throat, stood from his chair to grab a blanket, and sat on the other side of me. He propped his boots up on the coffee table, flicking a finger at the television screen while tossing the blanket over his legs. “Play it if it’s supposed to be so good.”
My head snapped to King Balar, still grinning in excitement, my eyes flicking between his, asking, “What about you?”
Taking his eyes off me, he rubbed his hand over his face again but closed his book, getting comfortable. “I’ll watch it.”
I chuckled evilly, quickly hitting the button to purchase it. “It’s supposed to be a tear-jerker, so be prepared.” I snickered further when they wore pained expressions. “No worries. I don’t cry. I was just giving you two fair warning.”
They didn’t cry, but both did end up deciding to stay the night once again, Vows given for no testing. I most definitely tried not to stare overly long when they both removed one more item of clothing than they
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