“You didn’t,” Draven said with a groan.
“Of course she did,” Mel said easily.
Cass picked up the row of anal beads and let it dangle from his fingers, the light reflecting off the shimmery, rainbow opalescence of the beads.“They reallyaremade of unicorn horn.”
I nodded.“Well, yeah.Duh.”That was how we’d gotten on Belinda Buttbottom’s bad side after all.We’d been unofficially officially hired by local law enforcement to track down a shipment of unicorn horn.It was illegal to own creature parts unless they’d been freely given.And no unicorn would “freely” give away their horn, the source of their magic—even if theydideventually grow back.We’d found out Belinda had the horns made into various and sundry magic-enhanced items for her shop.I’m sure she could charge afortunefor the high that came from magically sourced insertables.
So, Belinda had beenlittlebit pissed-off about losing all that expensive black-market magic.And she’d been lucky to be able to bribe enough people to keep her business license.But still…a fuckingpocket world?And all thatpink?
“I thought the government confiscated all the unicorn stuff,” Draven said, ever the sweet, trusting teddy bear.
I booped him on the nose.“Most of it.I accidentally brought this one home.And, oops…no one seemed to notice.It’d be more trouble than it’s worth now, to return it to the feds.”
Draven leveled a look at me from under his thick brows.“Accidentally?How do you justaccidentallysteal a set of magic anal beads?”
I shrugged one shoulder.“They fell out of the case.And into my bag.And under a cloaking charm I just happened to have on me.”I grinned.“Oops.”
Draven rolled his eyes and collapsed backward onto the bed, pretending to be done with me and my wonderful bullshit.
“So,” Cassius said, his blue eyes twinkling with glee.“Who gets to try them first?”
I threw my head back and laughed.It was so damned good to be home.
