We both knew I was lying, but even though his jaw was tight, he brushed a kiss over my cheek and left. Garrett gave me a long look before he followed his Lord out, but Thalia hesitated at the door.
She looked back. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Before I could ask for what, Thalia hurried after Garrett. Moments later, the sound of a vehicle started up, and lights flared in my window as they pulled out of the driveway.
They were gone.
I collapsed onto the couch and buried my head in my hands. What a night.
Moira didn’t bother knocking.She burst through the door, holding two large bags in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other.
“Who do I need to kill? It’s been a while since I drew blood. Screwing with the Lords is fun, but your insistence that I don’t take it too far is super annoying.”
She dropped the bags on the coffee table and shoved a large cup of something at me.
I cracked open the lid and almost choked at the smell of alcohol.
“Drive through daiquiri place just opened up down the road.”
“In Texas?” I blurted.
“Not Texas. Or at least not completely. This is Joy Springs.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “We have magic. And no respect for proper laws.”
I took a sip of the frozen fluorescent concoction. “Mmm.”
“Blue raspberry with enough booze to tranquilize an elephant.”
“Awesome.” I took a long drink.
Moira took hers from the tray, red and swirled with something yellow. “Raspberry mango.” She took a large draw from the straw and shuffled through the bags.
“Boneless and regular wings, three different flavors, curly fries and tots.”
“You’re the best friend a girl could ever have.”
“I know,” Moira said with a sigh. “Let’s eat. Then you can tell me who I get to murder.”
Moira’s eyes flashed a bright,jagged green sometime later. “The swans? I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.”
“Swans are assholes.” My words were on the slurry side, but I still had twenty percent of my daiquiri left.
Moira nodded. “Have you seen the memes where the ducks are running around with knives in their mouths?” She shuddered.
“It’s what I imagine the swan shifters must do when they shift. How do you fight with wings and a pretty yellow beak?”
“They don’t have arms. How would they stab anyone?”
Moira’s brow furrowed. “Maybe they have fangs. Like vampires.”
“Vampire swans?” I shook my head. “Maybe they have retractable claws on their feet. And blades in their wings.”
“Like a swan ninja.” Moira nodded. “Makes sense.”
I laughed. “It makes zero sense.”
She leaned forward, her eyes intense. “There’s one thing I don’t understand. Why are you afraid of swan shifters? Even if they do have fangs and blade wings.”
“I’m not.”
