The Lies of Vampires and Slayers: Magiford Supernatural City by K. M. Shea

Author:K. M. Shea [Shea, K. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-14T16:00:00+00:00

I was back to work that night, my knee and shoulder fully healed after I drank a fae potion before I fell into bed and my slayer healing had time to work.

Connor had come over as he’d promised. He drank only a sip of the tea I’d made for him, but he had a lot to say about my burnt lemon poppyseed muffins that had come out with the consistency of a hockey puck. (The muffins were the box mix variety—I was getting desperate to succeed in baking/cooking.)

Unfortunately, Connor was just as clueless as I was about cooking, so he didn’t have any wisdom to offer. That didn’t matter, though. The absolute joy to just have someone over—to chat over breakfast—had been so fun I didn’t care.

My apartment didn’t feel so blasted lonely, and I didn’t feel so desperate—like I was clawing to settle in a city that didn’t want me. Plus, Connor hadn’t said anything else that had set off my this is unsettling instinct, so it was a great time.

I leaned back in my desk chair, drinking the last of the peanut-butter banana smoothie I’d brought to work. I still miss my family, but at least friends can make things bearable.

“If you don’t mind my asking, Blood—err, Ma’am?—what is that you’re drinkin’?”

I froze in my tilted back position holding my cup straight up to get the last sip. Blood…someone’s talking to me…about something that isn’t work related? They’re being friendly?

I set my drink down with a little too much force before I spun my chair around to face Medium-Size Robert.

Medium-Size Robert—who insisted that we call him that when he joined, because his father was Big Robert and his nephew was Small Robert, even though Sarge had pointed out the squad both lacked other Roberts and anyone larger than him—was wearing a slightly amended version of our department uniform. He didn’t have much on his belt besides a radio and his mace because he carried a backpack of stuff for the squad whenever we were sent out.

He was smiling weakly at me in a way that suggested he maybe regretted asking me the question, but he’d asked. And I’d take whatever I could get.

“It’s, it’s a smoothie.” I had to try twice to spit the words out.

Easy, take a breath. Just pretend he’s Sunshine—or Connor.

“I made it with a blender before I came in—it’s got banana, peanut butter, some Greek yogurt, spinach, and frozen cucumber.” I looked back at my mostly consumed smoothie, which was an unappetizing green color.

“Oh,” Medium-Size Robert blinked. “So, it’s not part of your training?”

Confused, I looked from Medium-Size Robert to my smoothie, then back to Medium-Size Robert. “No?”

“I see.” Medium-Sized Robert slumped his shoulders for a moment. “I thought, maybe, you were doing something to build up your resistance to poisons. In case of… accidental poisoning.” He glanced at Grove’s empty desk, which had a potion sitting on it that had been there since the day I’d arrived. The potion was green, and a highly suspicious orange ring had formed at the bottom of the bottle.

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