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But it started ringing again, so with a sigh, I grabbed it and checked the screen.
Chaos
I sat up quickly, answering the phone with a, “Hello? You okay?”
That made Miles wake up enough to stare at me sleepily. He was on his belly, and his hair was sticking up all over the place. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to climb on top of him and lick every inch of him.
But I shook that off.
“Hey. We’re both fine, we’re just having problems with those damn pixies again. They’re pushing people and dive-bombing them in the gardens now, and the manager reamed Ace out even though it’s not his fault. I wanted to quit, but Ace loves this job, so…”He trailed off with a sigh.“I’m on a bathroom break, so I thought… I dunno what I thought…”
“We can come over now.” To Miles, I mouthed,“It’s Chaos. Pixies again.”
He huffed and stuffed a pillow over his head for a beat before he sat up beside me.
There was a pause on the phone long enough I almost asked the kid if he was alright. But then he said,“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Of course not. We’re just waking up, though, so we need to take showers and feed the animals, so we can be there in an hour or less. Unless you need us there sooner?” We’d go without showering if we really had to, but I didn’t really want to do that.
“No, no. An hour is perfect. Thank you, Winter.”
“You’re welcome, kiddo. See you soon.”
“Bye.”
He hung up, and I said to Miles, “Looks like we’re going back to the museum.”
“Oh joy.”
I snorted, kissed his cheek, and climbed out of bed.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Winter
When we walked up to the ticket booth, it was obvious that Chaos was relieved to see us. Not gonna lie, that was kind of a nice feeling. Especially coming from him.
He was starting to trust us.
At least I hoped so.
I got a closer look at him, and my eyes widened in surprise because his black eye was completely healed. How in the world had it healed so fast? I would’ve thought he’d have that bruise on his face for a couple of weeks, or at least have that yellowy discoloration for a while.
Huh.
Or… was it magic?
I’d had my suspicions about Aeson having magic… could he be a healer?
But I was happy he didn’t have to deal with it anymore. It had to have been painful.
He waved us over and joined us at the door.
“Thanks for coming. Again.”
“No problem.” Miles shot him a smile. “How can we help?”
Chaos sighed. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I know the museum board people don’t want to get rid of the pixies because they’ve always been a big draw for the gardens, but something needs to change so they stop hurting people.”
