Rock Paper Scissors_Ordinary Magic Stories by Devon Monk

Author:Devon Monk [Monk, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9781939853103
Amazon: 1939853109
Goodreads: 40632703
Publisher: Odd House Press
Published: 2018-06-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Myra woke me up before she left. It wasn’t even light out yet. “I’ll take your shift this morning. You stay with Ryder.”

I blinked until my vision cleared. Ryder had shifted in the night and was now curled around both the dragon and the dog, his back to me. They were all snoring.

I smiled. I so needed a picture of that so I could blackmail him with it later.

“See you tonight.” Myra started toward the bedroom door.

“Wait, Mymy.” I slipped out of bed and stopped outside in the hall with her. “You go home. I’m going to take my shift.”

“You need to stay here.”

“He’s sleeping. I’ll call someone to keep an eye on him while I’m out. It’s your day off.”

I always worked Christmas Eve. Now that Ryder was home safe and the storm had blown through, I wanted to get eyes on the town. I needed to see if there was any damage, and make sure everyone had a warm place to celebrate the holiday.

“Just let me get dressed,” I said.

“Prefer you didn’t.” That voice, low with a burr of sleepiness, had me turning quickly.

Ryder stood in the doorway to the bedroom. Well, leaned there. The comforter was wrapped around his shoulders, held closed at the front. His hair was sticking up at all angles. There was a crease down the side of his face from how hard he’d slept on one side, and his beard was thicker than he usually kept it.

But his smile made his eyes light with green fire, and set butterflies loose in my heart. He’d never looked more amazing.

“Hey,” I said. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. A little foolish. Happy to be home. Happier to see you.”

He’d moved while he spoke, and stopped right in front of me. “I thought I told you not to make deals with demons.”

“You did. And I didn’t. Myra made the deal.”

“Thought you knew better, Myra.” He pitched his voice so she could hear him, but didn’t look away from me for one second.

“I missed you,” he said.

“I missed you too.”

He opened the comforter, welcoming me into his warmth. I went willingly, thankfully, wrapping my arms around his ribs, pressing my cheek against the healthy heat of his skin, inhaling the scents of love and trust and home and him.

“Maybe you should stay.” He shifted so we were slotted together even closer.

I took one last deep breath and rubbed my hand down his back. I could feel him wince a little when my fingers ghosted over his bruises.

“I need to work. I’ll be home in time to change for Christmas Eve over at Myra’s house.”

“Or you could stay in, if you want,” Myra offered because she was a pretty awesome sister most of the time. Okay, all of the time.

“No.” I stepped out of the comforter, every inch of distance between Ryder and me making me wish I’d let Myra take my shift so I could stay wrapped up in him all day.

“Delaney,” Myra said.

I took one look at her bloodshot eyes, the tired lines across her forehead, and her wrinkled clothes.

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