Whiskey Storm (Whiskey Witches Midnight Rising Book 1) by F.J. Blooding

Author:F.J. Blooding [Blooding, F.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Whistling Book Press
Published: 2020-08-04T04:00:00+00:00

18

The next day, Paige felt like she’d been hit by a truck. She hurt in so many places, and when she went to sit up, she discovered a sharp pain in her abdomen.

She looked down and saw a bandage. She’d been shot?

Right. She’d probably been shot so many times, but the mage magick. It’d healed her.

Well, not quite as much as she’d hoped. There were bandages on her legs, her left arm, and one on her foot.

Okay. Wait. Even with the mage magick helping, wasn’t she a shifter? She should be fully healed by now.

Well, after questioning a few shifters—Margo. She’d questioned Margo—she discovered that they did heal faster but that they still needed time to heal. It wasn’t magick.

It was. It really was, but Paige got the hint that she needed to cool her jets.

She’d spend quality time with her kids. Jet cooling couldn’t be any better than that.

The twins were ready to nurse—thank the goddess because so was she. Boobs sucked, and then Bobby was ready to play.

Of course, Paige wasn’t. She was ready to lie down and take a nap because getting up, having one conversation, drinking one cup of coffee—after having made it herself because Dexx wasn’t there to save her—and sitting on the couch to nurse had worn her out.

Which, seriously, was about right. Right? She’d just nearly single-handedly defeated a DoDO army.

Not quite, but yeah. Pretty much. There’d been a lot of magick slinging.

She invested a few more hours into sleep. She watched a few episodes of Into the Badlands because it was a good visual show that didn’t require a lot of brainpower, though, there was something going on with the storyline and she was beginning to realize that maybe she should have been paying attention longer.

The next day, she felt a bit more like herself.

Venturing into town, though, was still a chore. She didn’t want to shift shape. She was tired. She hadn’t even realized that there’d be a “doing it too much” tax put on shifting, but it made sense. Like anything else, it required energy, and she had certainly expended that.

But it also meant driving, and she hadn’t filled up her tank in a while.

Also, when she was tired of shifting, the twins were too.

They remained human, which was nice because it was easier to keep track of them. It was also harder because that meant she had to carry them and their fifty-pound car seats as well.

She pulled up to the mayor’s office and began pulling the kids out. A random stranger walked down the sidewalk in front of the mayor’s building and offered a hand with the twins. Just some random stranger, which… yeah. By the end of the siege, there would probably be a lot fewer random strangers.

“Thanks.” Normally, Paige might have been a little more hesitant, a little more Mighty Mom about it, but not that day. “These things weigh a ton.”

The dark woman carried Ember’s car seat to the mayor’s building and set it on the floor inside the door.

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