Cash cursed under his breath, leaning his forehead on my shoulder. “What?” he snapped at whoever had decided now was a good time to intrude on our moment.
“Hey guys,” Fiero’s muffled voice came from the other side. “I know you’re busy, uh, getting jiggy with it in there, but the customer has some questions about their tattoo and Dallan said to get you.”
Cash just sighed, his eyes still hazy with lust.
“Later,” I told him as I reached blindly for the doorknob.
Cash pulled me in close again and gave me another blistering kiss. “Later,” he promised before yanking the door open.
“This had better be really fucking important,” he told Fiero before stomping back up the hall to the waiting room.
Fiero looked at me, his thick brows lifting with surprise. “A horny Cash, I never thought I’d see the day.”
My face flushed and that seemed to thrill the satyr who stomped one hoof into the tile.
“Man, if you and Cash ever break up, I’m first in line—”
“Fiero if you like having your hooves attached to your body, I highly suggest you don’t finish that sentence,” Cash’s voice boomed from the front of the shop, cutting Fiero off.
“Ooh, yikes, angry gargoyle alert,” Fiero said, his grin still wide despite the threat. With a little wave he turned and headed across the hall to his own room. “But if you everdowant a Shaggy instead of a Fred…”
“Hooves, Fiero, hooves,” Cash called again. “Get your horny ass away from my mate.”
Fiero’s laugh was muffled by the door as he shut it. “Your hearing is as impeccable as ever, Cash.”
Leaning against the doorframe, I decided to test that. “If you can hear me, knock on something,” I whispered to the air.
Knock.
The sound of it was sharp and clear.
I grinned. “I liked the way your lips felt on my neck, it kinda makes me want to bite you back,” I said it so quietly that I wasn’t sure if even Cash’s supernatural hearing could pick it up.
A knock, harder than the one before, echoed down the hallway.
* * *
“Focus, Daphne,” Effie scolded as we sat cross-legged on the beach. “Try to imagine the shimmer of the glamour disappearing.”
We’d been sitting in the sand for nearly an hour and I still couldn’t see past the glamour that Effie was wearing. Her face and body features still looked like her, but her skin, hair, and eyes had turned a bright shade of purple with the magic.
This was our third session since Cash and I returned from Vegas and I wasn’t any closer to being able to do more than see the shimmer of the glamour.
Effie swore up and down that I should be able to do it, but I was starting to not believe her.
“Why are we sitting on the beach doing this? Can’t we do it in the shop?” I didn’t mind being at the beach under normal circumstances, but I was growing increasingly paranoid as the days went on.
Mike had been radio silent for nearly five days now, and instead of making me feel better, it just made me feel worse.
As far as we could tell, he was still in town and staying at the mayor’s mansion. He hadn’t signed the divorce papers and hadn’t even retained his own divorce lawyer yet, telling me the battle was far from over.
“Because it’s meditative, a good way to help relax your mind,” Effie said, her purple eyes glued to my face.
“I don’t feel very relaxed,” I muttered, squinting even harder to try and see past the magic she was wearing. Unfortunately, all that did was start to give me a headache.
“Did Daniel LaRusso question Mr. Miyagi about his training methods?” Effie, leaning forward to give my knee a light smack.
I frowned, wondering if we’d watched the sameKarate Kid. “Yes he did. That’s, like, the entire plot during literally all of the movies.”
