Sticks and Crones by Amanda M. Lee

Author:Amanda M. Lee [Lee, Amanda M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WinchesterShaw Publications
Published: 2022-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

15

Fifteen

I slept hard. I didn’t think it would be possible, but the second I rolled into bed, my head on Gunner’s shoulder and Merlin’s paw in my hair, I was out. Unfortunately, my dreams weren’t a very nice place to visit. They were dark, screams echoing from every corner, and bloody. By the time I woke the following morning, I was even more wiped then when I’d crawled into bed.

“Hey.” Gunner’s eyes were open and on me when I decided to greet the day. His fingers were soft as they traced what I’m sure were some terrific shadows under my eyes. “You look … really pretty.”

The last part felt tacked on. It still made me smile. “My dreams were weird.” There was no sense lying. “I’m sure that somewhere Bram is laughing his ass off because he got to me.”

“Go back to sleep.”

It was a tempting offer. “We have to get moving on this.”

“You won’t be any good to anyone if you’re exhausted, Scout.”

“I’m not exhausted. I’m just … gearing up for the day.” I forced a smile for his benefit. “Let’s talk about something good. That will rev me up.”

“Sure. How handsome do you really think I am?”

I choked on a laugh. He always knew how to lift my spirits. “You’re the handsomest guy I’ve ever seen in real life.” I wasn’t blowing smoke. It was true. “Well, except for this one time I was at Greektown Casino. There was this guy who was slightly better looking than you, but I’m pretty sure he was a mobster.”

Gunner’s eyes narrowed. “Mobsters do it for you?”

“It depends on the mobster.” I was enjoying this conversation too much to cut it short. The real world beckoned, but we could take five minutes for silliness … and I definitely needed it. “Take Al Pacino in The Godfather. He was pretty hot. But Al Pacino in The Irishman? Pass.”

He snorted. “Someone with a death wish — not me mind you, but someone — might think you were being ageist.”

“It’s not about agism. He just didn’t have the swagger. I like a guy with swagger.”

“Oh, then you must love me.”

“You have no idea.” I pressed a kiss to his neck and rolled onto my back, making a face when Merlin slapped his claws against my forehead. “That’s my pillow, dude,” I admonished him. “I just let you borrow it from time to time. Give me a break.”

If Merlin agreed, he didn’t acknowledge it.

“Who do you have a thing for?” I asked. “Before you answer, I’m not an acceptable answer. This is about a type.”

He laughed as he plucked my hand from the top of the blanket and lifted it to his lips. “You are my type.”

“Gunner,” I warned in a low voice. “I want you to play the game right. In exactly ten minutes we have to get out of bed. We have to take on a master vampire with a weenie name, a minion I probably should’ve killed months ago, and a bunch of demented vampires who probably believe I can gift them with the sun.

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