Page 66 of Shift of Morals
Ash let out a low laugh. “All of them?”
“All of them,” Moira said with wicked delight. “The entire Keep is talking about it.”
A laugh bubbled from my lips. “How the hell?”
“Don’t ask us,” Ash said. “You’re the one that created that freak of nature.”
Moira held up her index finger. “I am not done.”
I groaned. “No. The drapes are bad enough.”
Tess bobbed up and down. She was spending less and less time on solid ground and preferred floating these days. All fine and dandy if we were the only ones in the shop, but a floating assistant would be hard to explain to any humans who walked in. “I think Seymour is psychic.”
Three pairs of eyes snapped to Tess.
“I’ve heard of a plant psychic but never a psychic plant,” Ash said, staring at her with wonder. No matter what weird shit Tess said, Ash never judged her.
“Why would you say that?” I asked. Seymour was partially sentient, but most of my plants were. Having a higher level of intelligence and autonomy was part of the deal with a Floromancer around.
“He sends me dreams sometimes.” Tess floated over to the coffee station to make a new pot.
“Dreams,” Moira echoed, sending me a bewildered look.
“Mm-hmm. He thinks Caelan needs to eat more vegetables.”
I burst out laughing.
“We could all use a few more veggies,” Ash said dryly.
“He’s also concerned about Caelan’s stress levels.”
I stilled. “Oh? Any specifics?”
“Not really. Caelan keeps muttering about flowers and bondage.”
My lips twitched. “Bonding maybe?”
Tess’s brow furrowed. “That’s it. Thought the bondage thing was weird, but I don’t judge.”
Ash’s amused look turned to one of contemplation. I needed to shut this conversation down before things got weird.
Moira grinned. “I also heard Caelan tried to put Seymour back into your greenhouse, but the thing was back in his office the next day.”
I slapped my hands over my mouth, horror rising inside me. What had I created? “Maybe I should go retrieve him next time I’m there.”
Moira looked horrified. “Absolutely not! I am living for this ridiculousness.”
The others wholeheartedly agreed. “Fine.” I held my hands up. “I surrender. Seymour will stay at the Keep and continue being a chaos goblin.”
Everyone cheered.
Chapter
Seventeen
“Evie!” Hazel called from the back of the shop. The witch had taken the bouquet home last night with little to show for it. She’d gotten so busy with it, I’d been able to sneak out the back and walk my property for the rest of the evening.
This morning, she barely said a word and headed straight into the back with the thing.
