Page 59 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
That made him give me an amused look again. “Yeah? What people?”
“All the people. Everyone.”
Lyric leaned in with a dramatic sigh. “It’s true. I have fans.”
Win and I both snorted, and he said, “Uh-huh. Sure you do. You also have a big head.”
Lyric waggled their eyebrows. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Ewwwww!” Winter pushed a snickering Lyric off of him, then looked at me and gestured at them. “You sure you want them helping with that?”
I snorted. “Better you two and Ace than me.”
He snorted, shaking his head. “Fine, I can do that. But just so you know, people like you too.”
I rolled my eyes and tried to bite back a smile.
Win’s smile turned into a frown. “If he won’t listen, I don’t know what the hell we’ll do, though.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, but I don’t think we’ll need to.”
Lyric clung to Winter again. “Oh, don’t you worry, babes. I’ve gotcha covered.”
With a grin, I tugged Winter around the large skeleton to the staircase, dragging Lyric along, so we could find Aeson and the manager and get this show started.
Chapter Sixteen
Winter
The manager—Dexter Sharp—was being a pain in the ass, and there was no way we were getting that egg out of the museum anytime soon.
As if just as exasperated as I was, Aeson blurted out, “What if we did it after hours? It shouldn’t take long, right, Miles? So we could stay and do it after everyone leaves. Then no one has to see people in pixie dust gear walking around.”
The manager stared at him for a long moment, then finally sighed. “Fine. After hours. And you have thirty minutes.”
That didn’t give us a lot of time at all, but we’d take what we could get at this point. I couldn’t exactly blame the guy for not wanting us trooping through the museum in pixie gear—it would scare people away—but having innocent people get hurt was worse. At least in my opinion.
“Fine.” Miles peeked at his phone, probably checking the time. “Okay, great. You close at nine, yes?”
“Yes, sir. You can start then.”
“Alright. We’ll come back. For now, I believe it’s time for Aeson and Chaos’s dinner break.”
The manager stared at Miles blankly.
Aeson cleared his throat. “He means Morty and me, sir.”
Dexter Sharp blinked, looked at his watch on his wrist, then gave a nod. “Fine. Go eat and be back in thirty minutes.”
“We will, sir.” Aeson gave the man a nod, then turned on his heel and fled in the direction of the front doors without looking back. Even from here, I could see how tense he was. He really didn’t like that man any more than his brother did.
Miles, Lyric, and I followed him out the doors and to Chaos’s booth, with Sola riding on Miles’s shoulder. The necromancer was already opening the door, looking like he was escaping prison as he came out with a huge sigh of relief, stretching and breathing like he hadn’t felt fresh air in years. Even Clucky looked relieved to be out of there as the kid picked her up and let her wrap herself around his neck.
“I didn’t have the chance to order anything, so can I take you to the pizza place across the street?” Miles asked the boys.
They glanced at each other, then looked at Miles, and both said, “Sure. That sounds good.”
It was a little bit freaky and one of the first times their twin-ness had shone through. It made me snort.
