“Hi, Brent.” Mae made a face. “How about you go back to calling me Mae, like before?”
“I—I cannot do that, my queen,” Brent quavered. “We owe you our deepest apologies!”
This is driving me crazy.Mae rubbed the back of her neck.We can’t go on like this.
I don’t know,Brimstone growled.I quite like the way they’re groveling.
“Look, it’s all water under the—” Mae started.
She flinched when the witch who’d been in the waiting area jumped up and rushed over to prostrate herself before her.
“I’m so sorry, Witch Queen!” the woman cried wretchedly. “I was wrong to attack you! Please, punish me as you see fit!”
Her dog whined and dropped down beside her.
It took a second for Mae to recognize the witch who’d been manning the reception the night she and Nikolai had returned to New York and discovered the effects of the magic she had triggered in the church on Marblehead Neck.
“This is going great, by the way,” Violet observed drily.
Mae cut her eyes to her.
Violet shrugged. “I mean, it’s better than them throwing spell bombs at us.”
Brent’s chin wobbled. The witch on the floor whimpered.
Miles groaned at his cousin. “Did you have to put it that way?”
The pair started bickering with one another.
Mae sighed.At least they’re starting to act normal.
She leaned down and extended a hand toward the witch lying prone on the floor.
“Honestly, it’s—whoa!”
She jerked back as the three sorcerers in the waiting area fell to their knees and crawled toward her with various pleas of “Please forgive us!” and “Please, punish us, Witch Queen!”
“Looks like you started a new religion,” Violet said unhelpfully.
I call dibs on that witch,Hellreaver declared.
Brimstone glared at the dog.That pup won’t be able to procreate after I’m done with him.
Mae scowled at everyone.
“What’s going on?” someone said briskly.
She looked around. Abraham was coming down the corridor.
Mae raked her hair with her fingers. “You tell me.”
Abraham narrowed his eyes at the recumbent witch and sorcerers in the reception. “I’m pretty sure Bryony told you guys to treat her as if nothing had happened.”
Brent straightened. “But—but we’ve wronged her!”
The witch on the ground nodded numbly.
Abraham’s lip curled. “If she was still upset about it, we’d be standing in a crater right now.”