Page 120 of The Howl
“Better for who?” he asked, not yet releasing his hold on my waist.
“You, Fenris. I don’t think I could forgive myself if I hurt you after everything you’ve done to help me.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“You haven’t hurt me yet.”
“I have lost control, though.”
“Are you saying I make you want to lose control?” He playfully wiggled his eyebrows.
“Why do you have to turn everything into an innuendo?”
“Because you’re pretty when you blush.”
He finally released me, and I quickly returned to my seat.
“So tell me about your cake dreams,” he said.
I rolled my eyes and started talking.
* * *
Without Fenris todistract me with conversation, I dwelled on Ashlyn, Megan, Mom, and Adira for the rest of the day. Ashlyn was gone because of a spell I asked the druids to cast. If something bad happened to her, not only would it tear me apart, but it would make me wicked. Which would mean one stupid mistake could cost me two of my friends. Oh, I knew Megan wouldn’t hold it against me, but her fury would.
Then I’d be on my own to deal with Mom and Adira. Well, not alone, exactly.
From the driver’s seat of my car, I watched Fenris jog from the exit and wave at me. A moment later, he got in. I still wasn’t sure how he’d talked me into letting him come with me to feed Elbner then look for the druids around town.
“Ready to dodge a few shoes?” he asked.
“If you stay in the car, Elbner probably won’t throw any.”
I could tell by Fenris’s grin that he wasn’t going to stay in the car.
“So I might have some good news,” he said as I backed out of my spot. “I got a text from an unknown number. It’s an address. Most likely a druid’s address. Not sure if it’ll be one of the three you’re looking for, though.”
“It’s okay. Something is better than nothing.”
“True. Now about those cakes. Which one is your favorite to eat?”
I rolled my eyes at his obsession with my cake dreams and started discussing the pros and cons of each of the flavors I’d tasted in my dreams.
“It sounds like you’re torn between the spice cake and the lava cake,” he said.
“The Death by Chocolate is pretty tempting, too.”
“You’ll have to let me know if you start dreaming of other flavors.”
I glanced at him, wondering why he cared.
He shrugged slightly.
“Maybe there’s a relationship between what’s going on in your life and what you’re dreaming about.”
I reached Megan’s house before I could figure out how something that tasted as amazing as lava cake could possibly be related to the poo-show that was my current life.
Elbner was outside in all of his ornery glory when I pulled into the driveway. The vines that had been clinging to the front of the house were gone as was the loose paint. The goblin looked up from where he was filling cracks in the foundation with foam and watched me park by the back door. Megan had been smart to send him to her home. Not only was her house looking great, but I bet it would be warmer now too. However, as Elbner continued to scowl at my car, I wondered what she’d do with the little man when she returned. The goblin’s personality was far from pleasant.
