Bridefight by MaryJanice Davidson

Author:MaryJanice Davidson [Davidson, MaryJanice]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-05-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

The next morning, servants woke her up, dressed her in gorgeous flowing robes the color of cherry Kool-Aid, and escorted her down one floor, where Damon and Maltese were waiting. Her new clothes, she noticed, were quite a bit nicer than the simple white robe the servants had offered her yesterday. That was a troubling thought, but she determinedly pushed it away. Nothing was going to spoil this, her first full day in a new land.

"Good morn, my lady!"

"Hi, Maltese. Hi, Damon." She practically blushed looking at him, remembering last night all too well.

And from the way he was looking at her, he was thinking the same thing she was.

"You slept well?" he asked politely, but his gaze was so hot, it nearly scorched her.

"Sleptgreat. Is it breakfast time? Is that where you guys are going?"

"A lady with a fine appetite," Maltese said approvingly. "That is good."

"You should have seen all thederslangsshe devoured last even," Damon teased. "I admit I feared to approach too closely."

"Har-de-fucking-har."

"Nearly all is in readiness for the fights today," Damon explained as they walked her down the corridor.

"Your place has been chosen; once you have broken fast we will take you there. We must then prepare ourselves."

"Okay. Thanks again for the ringside seat. Is this an okay thing to wear today?"

"You look beautiful," Maltese assured her. "You are a visitor, so no one expects to see your rank badges or affiliations."

"I do have a badge, though. I mean, I did. I guess my old shield would be the closest thing to an affiliation. Jeez, I sure wish my footlocker was here."

"Your what?"

"My footlocker…it's this big metal box that I kept at the foot of my bed. Most women have hope chests; I've got my dad's old army footlocker. Anyway, it had some MaryJanice Davidson Canis Royal: Bridefight36

old clothes, and my shield, a bunch of my guns and some ammo, too." She shrugged and turned. "Oh, well, no use crying over—ow!" Lois suddenly ended up on the floor.

She'd tripped over something. Something that hadn't been there five seconds ago. She looked over her shoulder and saw her foot locker.

Damon leaned down. "Are you going to make that noise again?"

"Aaaaaagggggggggggg—"

"I take it this is your footlocker?"

"—ggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!"

Damon helped her up. She reared back and gave her footlocker a kick—yep. Solid as a rock. This was no hallucination. "Someone better tell mewhat the fuck is going on!"

"I told you," Damon said patiently, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. "You are a powerful sorceress. You have but to call what you need out of the air, and it comes."

"It has happened before," Maltese added.

"What? You mean other people have just sort of popped up, and they wish out loud for things, and then their shit shows up, too?"

"…yes. If I understand you correctly."

"Do not count on it," Damon chortled.

"Jeez, why didn't any of yousaysomething? So I could—I could wish myself home, if I wanted?"

Damon looked distinctly alarmed, and now Maltese was the one fighting a smile. "Peace, my good brother—as to your question, fair Lois, yes, you could wish yourself home.

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