Alright, I’ll admit it. It’s cute how proud she is.
“That’s…unexpected,” Cosmo replies. Huh, Cos looks a little jelly.
“What the fuck is a gryphon?” Max asks, and I’m grateful because I think it’s like a bird-dog thing, but I’m not totes sure.
“Body of a lion, head and wings of an eagle, and intelligence the size of the universe,” Theo answers.
Cool.
Alexis gives a smirk. “And my wingspan is impressive, in case you were wondering.”
Cosmo coughs, looking all dragony and competitive. “Yeah, right, we’ll see about that.”
Max is walking in a circle around his cousin. “Paws or claws?”
“Kinda both,” Theo laughs. “Seriously, for a cuddly lion, he has some wicked-looking talons.”
“I am not cuddly,” Alexis says quickly. “Not in the least.”
“This is all very entertaining,” Cosmo says, obviously being sarcastic, because it’s Cosmo. “But did you find out anything useful in the library apart from Feniks being a bird-brain, and by the looks of it, the two of you fucking?”
Theo flushes and frowns at the same time. “Fuck off, Cosmo.”
She turns to me. “We’ve got loads more info on Avalon, and there’s an ancient prophecy that seems related to what’s happening now.”
“It doesn’tseemthat way, pulu, itisa prophecy about these times, and you in particular,” Feniks corrects gently, then looks at his phone. “Fuck, I have to go. Crankshawe called a breakfast meeting for the faculty about the event tonight.”
“The ball? You’ll be there?” Theo asks, her eyes shining hopefully.
“Yeah, I'm expected to schmooze with the board." He looks at my girl, and a small, private smile passes between them.
Sigh.
"At least I'll get to see you all dressed up, pulu,” Mr. Gryphon murmurs. I watch as Theo goes to stand on tiptoe to kiss him. She stops herself as a gaggle of Ordinarii suddenly swarms around the corner. The academy is waking up.
Time to get this day going.
“I’m going to shower,” I tell Theo. “See you and Willow at ten.”
???
Cosmo (bless his poor tortured soul) goes to collect Jordan at the same time I head down to the garages to collect the Rover. I waggle devil horn fingers at him, and he gives me the classic middle in reply.
Lol.
I pick up Max and Wes (and yes, shocker, I said Wes!), then swoop around to pick up the ladies. As it’s Saturday, no one is in Academy uniform, and fuck, it looks like a fall fashion crime scene around here.
Chunky sweaters in every shade of brown and cream, plus obligatory jeans and lady-boots.
A few basic bitches even accessorize with black or brown swoopy felt hats, whatever those things are called.
But when I pull around to Defectivum, waiting outside in all her technicolor glory is my Tee-Tee. I’m not sure how to describe her fit, but the bottom half is sorta fluffy black, tiger-face patterned shorts over leopard spot tights. Her sweater is also fluffy and bright pink, cropped so a slice of her delicious belly is showing.
Yum fucking yum. Makes my centaur want to do all kinds of horny horse things.
Her friend Willow is wearing a cream knitted wool sweater plus jeans, but I’ll give her a pass, seeing as Tee loves her so much.
“Looking good, ladies. Ready to rumble?” I ask.
