Page 43 of Gemini Christmas
“Is that supposed to be a threat or a promise?” I nuzzle V’s sharp jaw with a snicker and a warning nip of my dragon queen shifter incisors.
“Try me and find out,do,” he murmurs.
We’re both joking.
Mostly.
With a generous second breakfast filling our tummies, the joint all tidied up, and our various Secret Santa gifts safely collected, our SUV is towed out of the ditch and confirmed to be still drivable.
Looks like it’s finally time to say goodbye to our enchanted Christmas cottage.
To my surprise, I kinda regret leaving the place.
I mean, all that holiday magic under the mistletoe. The profligate granting of Christmas wishes. Frenemy warlocks finally hooking up. Scorching Krampus fantasies fulfilled. Plus total privacy from the witching world stalkerazzi and our curious witch academy classmates and everyone’s well-meaning parents.
This could definitely be a Christmas tradition worth cultivating.
But the senator has a houseful of VIP guests chomping at the bit and waiting with dwindling patience to hobnob with our famous royal asses at the Mercury chalet—including my dad and Vasili’s dad. Totally understandable that Theo Mercury doesn’t want to leave those two, in particular, unattended for long.
Finally, we’re all bundled back into our boots and parkas and getting ready to wade through pristine drifts of sparkling snow to the road.
That’s when our magical Christmas cottage drops a last holiday tune onto the gramophone.
Turns out that song’s the perfect choice for me and this crazy quilt of warlocks and shifters and sex demons and Fae, all of us in this polycule, tightly stitched together into a family by love.
As we close the door snugly behind us, I’m singing along under my breath the cottage’s farewell holiday carol for me and all eight of my guys.
“All I Want for Christmas is You.”
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