Something to Curse About (Discord Jones) by Gayla Drummond

Author:Gayla Drummond [Drummond, Gayla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katarr Kanticles Press
Published: 2013-12-21T00:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

I loved David’s book and magic shop, the Blue Orb. Walking into it as a dog proved to be a whole new experience. The smell of the herbs and oils were so sharp and distinct, I felt dizzy. Logan held the door for Kate and Terra, who’d pointed out he’d promised her a trip to the shop once I’d been found. He didn’t hold the door for Thorandryll, who paused outside to answer his cell phone.

“Quite the parade,” Jo said, hurrying out from behind the counter to bend down and hug me. “Hi, Cordi. I’m so glad you’re found.”

I hadn’t licked anything but my chops—okay, the seat in Logan’s truck once too—as a dog, but for her I made an exception and laid a sloppy dog kiss across her cheek. She laughed and scruffed the fur on my neck.

“Cordi.” The rusty croak wasn’t a familiar voice. David stood behind the counter, glasses propped on his head, a dark blue cardigan hanging crookedly from his shoulders. He pointed at his familiar, who stood on a hunk of quartz displayed on the counter. Copernicus tilted his head. “Cordi.”

Jo whispered in my ear. “He’s never spoken when anyone other than coven members are around. He’s been worried about you.”

I hadn’t known the raven could talk, and trotted to the counter to look up at him. Copernicus leaned down, gazing into my eyes. It felt as though someone touched me on the cheek with something soft, maybe the tip of a feather. The raven settled back. “Dog is Cordi.”

“Said that.” Percy took flight from Kate’s shoulder and landed next to the raven. “First.”

Copernicus swatted the parrot with a wing. Percy ducked his head, feathers fluffing, and twisted, bumping the other bird with his rear. David intervened before a bird brawl broke out in earnest. “Enough, you two.”

They subsided, grumbling quietly while settling wings and feathers. The warlock folded his arms and rested them on the counter top. “So you’ve been turned into a dog. I’ll have questions later.”

Behind me, the bell jingled as the door opened, and I turned, expecting to see the elf finally coming in. He did, right before Leglin shouldered him aside and trotted down the aisle. Nick followed the hound, handing my hairbrush to Kate when he reached her.

Leglin halted a couple of feet away, cocking his head and perking his ears. “Mistress?”

“Is that what you call me?” After being around other dogs, none quite as tall as I was, I felt suddenly short compared to the hound.

Leglin dropped his chest to the ground, butt still in the air, and somehow bounced forward. He ducked his head and licked the bottom of my muzzle. “Mistress! I couldn’t find you.”

“It’s okay, neither could anyone else—even with me right under their noses.”

He lay down. “You sound different.”

“I’m a dog right now,” I pointed out while sitting. His head wasn’t much lower than mine in spite of his position.

Leglin inclined his head. “Of course. But the Prince will soon set things right.”

Thorandryll was a prince? Wow.

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