I smirked slowly and said again, “Of course not.”
“Fucking Fae.” Bishop tossed the bag in my direction. “Elves are a pain in the ass.”
“Actually…”
Father blinked and muttered quickly, “No.” He shook his head and jumped up from his chair, trooping toward the exit. “Keep that to yourselves. I’ll see you tomorrow, son.”
Laughing under my breath, I called to his retreating back, “You don’t even know what I was going to say!”
“And I still don’t—thank Fae fuck,” he grumbled and rushed out of the kitchen, gone within the blink of an eye.
The front door quickly opened and slammed shut behind him, leaving me staring at the shifter across from me. I raised a white eyebrow and muttered hopefully, “So…are you still hungry?”
Advice of an elf:
If one was to see a furry, wet gorilla…
Do not trust where they’ve been.
Shifters are an unusual breed, indeed.
With the new, early light of day pouring into my knoll abode, I stomped through each room, vastly annoyed as I called again, “Bishop! Where in the Fae fuck are you?”Only silence met me once more.“I need to leave soon!”
The blasted shifter had been asleep when I’d awoken, the brute taking up a large portion of the bed. He’d been dead to the world with his face stuffed in a pillow, still dreaming of whatever the fuck shifters dreamed about—more than likely blood.
All I’d done was take a bath.
When I’d reentered my bedchamber…
He’d been gone, the bed still warm.
Now I heaved a heavy sigh and threw open the front door, wondering if he’d locked himself out somehow. I leaned outside and scanned the rolling hills, squinting into the merry sunlight shining down on the dew covered flowers and grass.
My attention caught on my small pond.
Where a gigantic, hairygorilla…
He was splashing about in the water and twirling in tight circles, tossing water up into the air and letting it rain down upon him as if he were having a party for one.
“What in the Fae fuck,” I mumbled in awed horror. I stared for an inestimable amount of time…and then slowly shut the front door once more, keeping that embarrassment out of my field of vision. I tapped on my lips as I stared at the wood of my front door and mumbled to myself, “Mayhap he needed a bath. Heisa shifter, after all. They do not think as an elf does.”
Still staring at the front door, I closed my eyes in resignation and threw the door back open. Then I shouted at the lout in the pond, “Bishop! Get your ass out of there right now! I need to leave soon!”
The gorilla stopped spinning in place with his hands above his head, his face whipping in my direction as water splattered down into his eyes, making him blink repeatedly.
I lifted a finger high into the air and bellowed, “And that is not an acceptable bath, shifter! Get in here and have a proper cleaning if you’re coming with me!”
Bishop shifted right there, the gorilla turning inside out in a mere blink, and the man reappearing, naked as the day he was born. He cocked his head and called loudly, “You don’t need to shout. I can hear you just fine. My ears are superior to your useless pointy ass ears.”
I blinked and slammed the door closed, tempted to lock him out—without his clothing. “Prick.”
“I heard that!” Bishop shouted outside.
“Fucking shit,” I hissed and went to the kitchen to make tea—which I was more than capable of making.
When I placed the kettle on the stove, the shifter popped his head inside the room, asking, “How long before we leave?”
“As soon as you’re ready,” I answered dispassionately and turned to face him, eyeing his wet, naked body in the sunlight streaming inside.
