Druid Dreams: The Chronicles of Sloane King by M.F. Adele

Author:M.F. Adele [Adele, M.F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-14T16:00:00+00:00

The thought of bringing York back into my life was what had me really and truly twisted. I wasn’t ready to face him. Not by myself anyway, but also not with an audience.

Time to pull my big girl panties up and dry my eyes. I've got shit to do. The rest of this breakdown will have to be penciled into my schedule at a later date.

Sloane

Saturday Late Afternoon

I threw on some light grey jeans and a black crop top when I got out of the shower. This is one of my favorite tops. It crisscrossed between my breasts and wrapped around my neck and waist. The back was open and exposed, and the fabric felt like a well-worn t-shirt. I admired the way it hugged my chest as I waved my hand around my hair and magicked that shit dry. I then twirled my fingers to add some beachy waves to my straight silver locks. Sometimes I found myself loving magic. Sometimes, I was bitter that I had to learn it on my own and not from my mother. That was the cycle of my life on any given day.

Snapping my fingers, I applied my makeup. There was no way I could do makeup so effortlessly by hand. Magic is cheating, I know, and I don’t care. You use what you’ve got. Now I just needed shoes and I’d be ready to leave. Wait, scratch that. I stuffed a short black skater skirt in my purse first, and then I started searching for shoes. Shoes, shoes… Why can I only find one of almost every pair of shoes I own? Mother fu-

“Helios!” I snarled his name as I marched down the stairs and stomped through the house, “You rotten fucking hound! Where are my shoes?” I yelled, completely forgetting there was actual, live people in my home that would hear me screaming at the hellhound.

“Here,” Palmer tossed me one of my black Vans and a half chewed tennis shoe. “I've no idea whose who, but I snatched these from the red one before he made it out the back door.”

“That’s Helios. He didn’t burn you, did he?” Palmer didn’t realize how lucky he was to still have eyebrows, or pants. Or fucking skin. He’s a brave one to go toe-to-claw with Helios so soon.

“Nah, but you’ve got a burn mark on the outside of yer door now, because I slammed it right in his fire breathin’” face.” He huffed a laugh and rubbed his hands together looking embarrassed.

“Thanks. That asshole stole half of my shoes. Atlas will bring them back though. He’s the fawn one. He’ll be nice if you see him running around. Cronus is the brindle one, dark with stripes in his fur.”

“Yeah. I, ehh, don't think I'll be gettin' too close ta them if the others are gonna be tryin' to light me on fire as well.”

“Atlas will like you. Cronus is hit or miss, and Helios is almost always a miss. They’ll stay outside while I’m gone but Atlas will be inside.

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