Page 92 of Shadow & Stars
Xavier folded his arms. “Frustrating, yes. But soon we will get to consummate this declaration for hours and hours and hours.”
Darcy’s grin dropped. “I don’t need to hear this.”
“You were smiling a minute ago,” I countered.
“Until you dragged a perfectly cute situation through the mud.”
I groaned at him. “The times I’ve had to listen to your Angelina Jolie and Hugh Jackman threesome fantasies.”
He licked his lips. “Delicious.”
“This isPride and Prejudicelevels of tame compared to your dirty talk.”
He offered me a deep frown. “Don’t sully Jane Austen’s work like that. And Mr. Darcy is a dreamboat.”
“Biased much?”
“Can’t help the link, Roman.” He chuckled. “Ah, Mr. Darcy. I so, so would, right beside that pond.”
“Or are you just thinking about Colin Firth?”
“Who cares?” He drifted into a happy trace. I was surprised he didn’t drool all over the kitchen floor.
“Is he okay?” Xavier asked.
“He’s horny.”
Darcy blinked, then cleared his throat loudly. “Enough of this. Stop distracting me with hotties.”
I laughed at how posh he sounded. “You went down that path alone, little buddy.”
His grin returned. “Indeed. Anyway, let’s get down to business. We have lives to save.”
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ROMAN
In a few minutes, Teen Me would come down the stairs to pull the dagger from me. And I was shitting a brick thinking about it.
After more chatting, and no new ideas, we decided wishing for the time jar would be the best action to take. Once the dagger was out, I’d hop on Xavier’s back again, if I became corporeal, and hope hard to get things back on track.
I paced the kitchen, preparing, centering myself. Drew on my Shadow vibes.
I’ve got this. I’ve got this. I’ve got this.
A car pulled up outside the house, instantly throwing me off.
“Who the hell’s out there?”
It’d been too quiet. No demons, no nothing. We’d had it easy while formulating this plan. Now was the time for a shit storm.
“It’s Queen Margarite,” Liza said. “She wanted to meet you.”
My blood boiled. “We don’t have time for this.”
“Too late,” she answered indifferently.
Fucking ADU and their crappy attitudes. “I’m not talking to her.”
