Page 13 of Chaos
He just frowned at me.
“I’m not going anywhere. Something major is happening, Ripley. I can protect you better like this. If I can still turn into the cat, then I can still spy in the library.”
“What about your family?”
“I died a long time ago, Ripley. All my family is now dead. You’re my family now. I’m not leaving.”
I flung my arms around his neck and squeezed him. I looked past his shoulder to Chaos, who was just watching all of this with a serene smile on his face. I could give credit where credit was due. This was a tremendous gift, and Chaos did it because he thought it would make me happy.
It did, and Chaos got a few more bonus points with me.
Chapter 12
Felix
I
couldn’t believe I was whole again. With just a flick of his wrist. I had been a powerful warlock. Ripley was a hell of a witch, or I wouldn’t have been called as her familiar. I’d seen Ripley and her twin sister Ravyn do some fantastic magic when they still lived at home and then again when they were roommates at the Academy of the Profane. Ravyn’s familiar was a bat. Still, there wasn’t a witch or warlock alive that could restore a familiar to their mortal form.
It irritated me the god took offense at me being a cat with his fucking cookies and put a cock in my fur, but I had to thank him now. Even if he left the dick there when I decided to go back to the cat.
It was easy to shift into the cat and painless, unlike the shifters. I just thought about it, and it happened. I thought it again, and I was back to my human form. I had one thing in common with the shifters, though. My clothes didn’t change with me. I had to fight my way out of a pile of clothes when I turned into the cat, and I was nude when I switched back; and I caught Ripley peeking.
Ripley might be an anal-retentive librarian, but she’d always been a sexual person. She certainly didn’t dress like the previous librarian here. The librarian Ripley took over for probably showered in a Victorian looking bathing suit because she didn’t think you should be naked at any point in time.
Not my Ripley. She lived in tight, black leather and didn’t care about showing skin. She was probably the sexiest librarian in The Library of the Profane’s history. She was also extremely good at her job. I knew she thought the whole Chaos thing was this massive fuck up on her part, but I knew it happened for a reason, even if we didn’t know why yet.
She had been focusing on all the Major Arcana in her deck and the Five of Swords, but she drew the Three of Pentacles too. A team was forming, and I could see it clearly now. Chaosmademe a part of the group the Three of Pentacles signaled by what he called an upgrade just to please Ripley.
The Five of Swords said conflict was coming, but the Three of Pentacles was about teamwork. Ripley would have a team to fight it. She had a god, and now she had me. I had a feeling more would be showing up as the days passed.
I needed to focus and watch as my cat because Ripley wouldn’t be paying attention. She completely ignored the Three of Pentacles in her deck and was still trying to figure out the rest of the deck. Sure, the other cards were important, but she couldn’t do this alone.
Someone wanted Chaos back in the mortal coil. That blew up in their face because I got the feeling no one could control that god. I mean, he got offended over Oreos and stuck a cock on my head. He turned Hettie into a roach because he didn’t like what she said to him. Honestly, the only thing controlling him right now was Ripley because he had it in his head, they were getting married.
I had hands now. I could access the books here without Ripley to turn the pages. I knew what I needed to do, and there was only one way to do it.
I knew Ripley better than anyone except her twin sister, Ravyn. She’d let me in the library if I changed into the cat, and I could still read over her shoulder, but I had a body now and I could do more than just give her advice and snark on her choice of men.
“I’m going to need a place to stay and a library card,” I said.
Ripley was still ogling me and checking me out. If I could count on her for one thing, it was sexually objectifying anything with a penis. She had restraint when it came to acting on it, but she had a healthy appreciation for the male form, and she had no problem telling anyone that. She also had this weird way of knowing who she could say shit like that to and not end up losing her job.
I could totally admit to being one of those vain fucks that liked it when someone like Ripley sat there staring at me like she wanted to rip all my clothes off and fuck me right in the middle of the werewolf porn section. Except she needed to focus. I waved my hand in front of her head.
“Earth to Ripley. My face is up here.”
She shook her head.
“I’m sorry. I’ve always thought you had this thing going with your voice where you’d sound sexy reading the fucking phone book, and now you aren’t a cat anymore. Your body matches your voice.”
Chaos set his book down and reached for his remaining Oreos.
“I’m a little offended you didn’t look at me the way you’re looking at the cat. I’m a fucking god, and he licks his own testicles.”
Ripley finally snapped her gaze away from me and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
“Oh, please. Even if you’re a god, we all know if men could blow themselves, they would.”
