Page 37 of Warmongers and Wands
“There are days when I ponder that very question.”
And there we were, me sitting in a chair with my dress hiked up to just shy of my coochie, Hadur standing over me wearing one nipple clamp and holding a turquoise anal plug when Cassie burst through the door.
We all froze. My sister slapped a hand over her eyes.
“I did not just see that. Nope. Did not see that.”
I wrestled my dress back down while Hadur removed the nipple clamp and put them and the anal plug back in the bag.
“All clear,” I announced.
Cassie peeked between her fingers, then let out a relieved sigh. “Okay. I talked to Dallas—actually I threatened Dallas. I did a lot of yelling while he acted as though he had no idea what I was talking about. So, he knows that we know, and he also knows that I’m going to bring all of hell down on his furry ass if he so much as looks at you funny.”
Maybe not all of hell, but two demons. And witches. And whatever residents of Accident were fed up with the werewolves.
“Good. Now get out of here so we can get back to anal plugs and nipple clamps,” I told her.
Cassie backed away. “Leaving! Leaving now! As long as you’re sure you’ll be okay, that is. There’s a flare gun over by the portable potty. Send up a signal if you need us.”
And by the time they got here, we’d have either taken care of the situation ourselves, or we’d be dead.
“We’re fine,” I told her, with more hope than assurance in my voice. “We’re fine. Go. Stop worrying.”
“Okay, okay. And if you get attacked by werewolves, go after them with the nipple clamps and the anal plug. That’s bound to scare them all away.”
The funny thing was, she was probably right.
