Barbarian Alchemist (Princesses of the Ironbound Book 3) by Aaron Crash

Author:Aaron Crash [Crash, Aaron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: men&#8217, s adventure video game adaptations wizard, coming of age sword sorcery dungeon core demon, urban dark fantasy magic thriller sword mythology, supernatural fantasy magic occult legends thriller, contemporary high fantasy magic occult elf, action hero dark gritty epic metaphysical harem
Publisher: Black Forge Books
Published: 2020-06-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

IT WAS THE END OF DECEMBER. The night had come, Solstice Eve, and their cook room was ready. Ymir would be glad when this latest batch of the Amora Xoca was taken care of and they had the xoca powder ready to sell to Ziziva—not that they’d made any kind of deal yet.

A fog filled the alleys of the Sea Stair Market. The ocean smelled strong. The rain had taken a break for ten minutes, which was a gift.

Jenny stood outside the door to the Librarium Annex with her arms crossed. She’d been in a foul mood all night.

Ymir strode down the alley. He’d cast an Obanathy cantrip at the head of the street, so if people didn’t know about the little lane, they wouldn’t be able to find it. He’d cast other spells in the annex to hide them from mystical eyes. The fewer people who knew about their business, the better.

He met Jenny at the door, and she frowned at him. “Not sure why that fucking she-orc is here. I mean, Gatha’s fine, I’m fine with her, and I trust her, it’s just that...” The swamp woman’s voice fell away.

Ymir kept his patience. He hadn’t expected Jenny to be so dramatic about the she-orc’s involvement. “What’s the issue?” he asked sharply.

His tone sparked even more ire from Jenny. “I’ll tell you what the issue is.” Her blue eyes flashed. Her inky curls had been piled high on her head and secured with a collection of black bands. “Gatha ain’t the easiest person to get along with. We didn’t need her. And she thinks she knows everything.”

“The extra hands can help us,” Ymir insisted. “She does know a lot. And she’s looking for friends.”

Jenny raised a finger. “No. I’m gonna stop you right there. This is a business. Mixing business and pleasure is never a good idea. So, just no.”

Ymir put a fist to his forehead. “It’s too late, Jenny. And you liked her all right when we were dancing at the Winter Solstice Festival.”

“I’ll dance with anyone,” the swamp woman insisted. “And if I’m in a mood, I’m not too concerned about who I kiss. This is different.”

Ymir didn’t need to win the fight. Gatha was already upstairs. Jennybelle had to vent about it. In the end, the woman was very political—she’d spent her life growing up in a cesspit of intrigue, scheming, and murder.

To ease things, though, the barbarian would have to appeal to her logic as well as her emotions. “For one, getting to the second floor is easier if we go through the first floor. There are those back steps, but we’d have to go all around that one back alley and that takes us too close to Ziziva’s shop. We don’t want her knowing what we’re doing here.”

“Not after what you said.” Jenny sighed. “All the fairies at the school working together? And that fucking professor totally thinks you don’t remember what she said.”

“Still wondering what a butter hole is.” Ymir grinned.

Jenny wasn’t in the mood.

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