Elvage by Mary E. Twomey

Author:Mary E. Twomey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, coming of age, elf, female heroine, garden gnome
Publisher: Mary E. Twomey

Twenty.

Darling Husband

“Not that I agree with it, but I can totally see why the Huldra were banished. That was a little scary, big brother. Getting the owners of the house to lend us the place, and then making them think it was their own idea? Brilliant.” The effect of Mace’s whistle on me was starting to mellow out after the trudge up the long hill to the village at the top. I wanted to sit my weary body down on the nearest chair in the long house. There were probably more comfortable ones somewhere, but I couldn’t commit to the effort of locating them. It was only the fact that I was caked in mud from my butt down that stopped me.

Charles grinned, proud of his prowess that was growing the more he used his whistle. “I’m getting better at controlling the strength of it,” he declared with a puffed out chest. Foss and Jens regarded him with wary expressions, though no one complained that they were out of the rain. “Some people just enjoy walking in the rain to their relatives’ home. The lady of the house said it was only a mile away. That’s not terrible.”

I sent an air high-five to Charles, but I think that only confused him. “Just don’t try anything like that on us. The force is strong in you. Maybe too strong.”

Charles raised his hand in promise. “I vow to only use my powers of persuasion for the good of the mission.”

Various groans and moans accompanied the clamor of boots to the wooden floor. The family had already stoked the fire, and Alrik made quick work of adding more wood.

Britta held my hand and led me to the bathroom, not waiting for the men to offer us the chance to wash up first. My clothing peeled off with a slurpy sound that was akin to something farting out of a condiment bottle. “Gross! I would throw my clothes out, but I’ve only got a few changes here. When we get to the Other Side, you and I are hitting a mall.”

“Jens is getting us clothes from the house. He’ll leave them money. Normally I would object, but I can’t take much more of the filth, either.” Britta ducked under the bucket, and I trickled water over her head. We spent a thorough amount of time washing ourselves, knowing full well that the men were impatiently waiting.

Jens had set a pile of clothes for us just outside the door. I was so grateful for the clean garments, I didn’t even care that they were dresses. Well, Britta wore a proper nightgown that belonged to the lady of the house. The only thing Jens could find that wouldn’t fall right off me was the preteen daughter’s dressing gown. It was beige and fell to the middle of my shins. My boobs were obviously bigger than the eleven year old’s, but other than that, I didn’t stretch it out too much. I felt kinda childish, playing dress-up in a child’s slip, but I was past being embarrassed.

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