As You Wish (How To Be The Best Damn Faery Godmother In The World (Or Die Trying) Book 3) by Helen Harper

Author:Helen Harper [Harper, Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Despite the continuing fizz in the air between Jasper and me, we were both so utterly knackered after the events of the day that the only thing either of us was capable of when we returned to his flat was sleep. With Vincent snoring on the sofa, we exchanged a glance of mutual understanding and departed to our separate rooms.

If I hadn’t had work again in less than three hours, I might have chosen differently and, when I lay down on the bed with Pumpkin scooting away to the furthest possible corner of the room, I regretted my drowsy decision for all of three seconds. After that I was too deeply asleep to even think about it. So deeply asleep, in fact, that I didn’t stir when my alarm went off.

‘Saffrooooon. Oh, Saffrooooon.’

I slapped at the annoying buzzing in my ear and turned over, grabbing the pillow and stuffing it over my head.

‘Mistress, slave owner, selfish hoarder of wishes…’

‘Get lost,’ I mumbled.

Vincent poked my shoulder. ‘The Devil told me to wake you.’

‘Five more minutes.’

Something snapped down on my big toe. The pain made me sit bolt upright. ‘Fuck a puck!’ I yelled. ‘Did you just bite my damned toe?’

He grinned at me. ‘Nope. That was your dog.’

Through the frizz of my hair, I followed Vincent’s gaze. Pumpkin was sitting on the edge of bed, looking remarkably pleased with himself. ‘The whole lot of you can burn in hell,’ I mumbled. Then I flopped back down again.

‘You can always pull a sickie,’ Vincent suggested. ‘I can forge a doctor’s note for you and…’

I sat up again. Work. Right. Yes. I could do this. ‘I’m getting up,’ I grumbled. ‘Faery godmothers do not pull sickies.’

‘I bet they do.’

I sniffed. ‘Not this one.’

Vincent crossed his legs. ‘If you say so, my lady.’

‘Don’t call me that.’

He shrugged. ‘What would you prefer I call you? Boss? Ruler of all that is holy?’

I raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you suggesting that you’re holy?’

‘You have to admit I’m pretty angelic.’

I stared at him.

‘Someone has to balance out the Devil. Where there is evil, there is also good.’

Appearing at the doorway, already dressed and looking as handsome as, well, the devil, Jasper frowned. ‘My title is the Devil’s Advocate. Not the Devil. As you already know.’

Vincent looked at me. ‘Notice how he didn’t argue the part about how he’s evil.’

‘I’m evil enough to throw you out of my home if you don’t stop irritating me,’ Jasper said darkly.

I was starting to get the feeling that this could go on all day. ‘Out!’ I ordered. ‘I’ve got to get dressed.’ I waved my hands at them both. ‘Go on. Shoo!’

The binding was clearly still working its magic on Vincent. His legs propelled him out of the room as he continued to argue. ‘What about the dog? Why does he get to stay? And why don’t you have a day off? It won’t kill you to take a break.’

Jasper grabbed Vincent’s arm and yanked him out, closing the door behind them.

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