He sauntered toward the exit.“But then I tasted something so much sweeter.”
I flanked his side, taking a bite of my muffin.
Bane walked ahead of us, Wanda by his side.Norman’s words settled on me.
“And what was that?”I asked carefully, watching as the two, tall, attractive exes walked before me.
The canyon between them was evident and they did not seem to be speaking, which was both a relief and somehow strangely sad.
“I’m not sure, but I know nothing will ever fill me again now that I’ve had it.”
I offered him a soft smile.“Perhaps a ride in Desmond’s sky chariot will take your mind off of it.”
Norman’s guilty expression shifted to the one I knew best.Happy.Carefree.
“Of course.And a pint in town won’t hurt, either,” he said as one of his tentacles knocked into me.
When we arrived in the hangar, I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of Desmond’s chariot.I had expected something archaic, but it looked less an old Roman chariot and more like a sleek jet, but somehow classier.
The wings were reminiscent of bat wings and the whole thing looked like some strange comic book style transport had been meshed together with actual metal.
But it was also rather large.Large enough it could fit all of us, if we indeed squished inside.
“Whoa,” Norman said, his tentacles skittering along the metal.“This is sick,” he said.
“Meh, it’s all right,” Wanda said apathetically.
Norman turned to look at her.“All right?Look at this puppy!”
“Won’t your parents be mad if we steal their ride?”Delaney asked, a sly grin on her face.
Desmond blew some dark hair out of his eyes.“What they don’t know won’t kill them.Besides, they’ll be tied up with Queen Amaranth for the next couple days while they hash out terms for the treaty.”
“Treaty?”I asked.“What treaty?”
Desmond waved his hand, and the doors slid open.
Norman did not waste a second as he crawled inside, squealing about the velvet interior and the large seats.I could see his tentacles still spilling out the doors, touching everything with his suckers, the popping sound echoing in the hanger.
“That’s why we’re here,” Desmond said with a shrug.“To make peace.”
“Peace?”Bane asked, raising an eyebrow.“Now, after all these fucking years?What changed?”
Desmond caught my gaze, his vibrant purple pools glistening for a moment like summer rain.
He looked away.“Does it matter?”he asked.
Bane opened his mouth, but Desmond dismissed him with a wave.
“They are doing the right thing.”
He sauntered past us just as Wanda slithered inside.
I watched as Desmond helped Delaney in, how he held her hand for a moment to help her step up into the opening, despite the fact she was not short.At all.She could have easily gone in of her own accord but perhaps he was being polite.
“Seems too good to be true, right?”Bane asked, nudging my arm.
“I supposed it does seem a little too neat, but?—”
