Susan, You're The Chosen One: Welcome To Midlife Magic: Book One by Lauretta Hignett

Author:Lauretta Hignett [Hignett, Lauretta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Fourteen

Bart sat on an armchair by the enormous window in my new drawing room, holding a cocktail glass and wearing an expression of unbearable smugness. He looked like Winnie-the-Pooh had just won the lottery. “For the record,” he said. “Can I just emphasize the fact that I had no idea you were the One of Every Blood?”

It was hard to hear him properly under all the layers of pink tulle that Cecil was trying to force over my head. “So you said. A million times.”

“To me, you were just Susan, my lovely, but completely batshit crazy ex-convict friend.”

I spat out a mouthful of tulle. “Again. Thanks, Bart. And again, technically I am not a convict.”

“We are in your debt.” Donovan’s intense, deep voice echoed from where he stood by the window, surveilling the cityscape outside.

Eryk and Nate were out there somewhere. While I’d been arguing with a bitchy mermaid, choking on seawater, and cozily negotiating with a terrifying, woman-eating sea monster, they’d been scouting the city for traces of Connor the Devourer.

They’d found a handful of portals to the other realms in the Middle World, and apparently found evidence of Connor’s servants—creatures they referred to as banwyns—around Professor Owen’s manor house, which was apparently a terrible thing, worthy of several minutes of incomprehensible discussion in very serious voices. When we got back to my apartment, Eryk and Nate took Cress with them to show her what they’d found, while Cecil shoved a cocktail in my hand and started shoehorning me into evening gowns.

Donovan chose to stay with me. He would be accompanying me to Professor Owen’s manor tonight. He was already dressed for dinner. Cecil, the bitchy miniature-pony duocorn, was apparently an in-house stylist as well as my interior designer. He’d produced a perfectly tailored suit—midnight-blue pants and a sharp jacket with a crisp white shirt, no tie, and two buttons at Donovan's neck undone to reveal a hint of his collarbones and creamy tan skin.

Donovan in his battle leathers was like an erotic fantasy come to life. Donovan in a suit was just…

It was too much. I could barely even look at him. The suit was tailored to perfection—hugging his broad chest, defining his muscular shoulders, giving only subtle hints of his huge biceps, showing off his flat stomach, and skimming his long, strong legs perfectly. His long black hair was pulled up in a topknot, highlighting his perfect high cheekbones and chiseled jaw.

It wasn’t just the clothes, or his body, or his brutally handsome face. The power he exuded was almost overwhelming. It was just too obvious he wasn’t human—he moved like an apex predator, like a warrior prince. When I caught a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye, I had to remind myself to breathe.

At least I wasn’t as bad as Bart. He was acting like a blushing schoolgirl in Donovan’s presence. “It was nothing, Your Highness,” he said demurely.

“It was everything, Bart,” I said. “I’ll never be able to repay you.”

Donovan turned away from the window to face him.

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