Khytten grinned.“Of course.Come with me.Ignore Salat.He’s drawing a cartoon of you for sales at the live ranges.”
“What?Why?”
“The money is paying for upgrades to children’s hospitals around Aksalla.Some of it is helping children in foster care find placement.”
Zephyr smiled.“A worthy goal.I just hope he can figure out how to obscure me.”
Khytten shrugged.“You have an amazing body.All curves and muscles in the right amounts.”
Hemma sighed.“Khytten is sexually omnivorous.She feels you are on the menu.”
“Oh, sorry.I am special order only.”
Khytten laughed, and they headed back to the patio with Zephyr dressed in a Blackout shirt with Heraina in all of her purple-energy glory.The hemline was just above her knees.
Khytten said, “I am going to get that coffee.Cream and sugar?”
“Black.I am just after the caffeine.”
Khytten slumped.“Right.Black coffee.”
Zephyr asked, “Why is she so depressed?”
“She doses people with health or transformation with milk.”
“Milk?”
“Her milk.”
“Oh.Got it.”
They sat in two of the loungers while Kessie and Baola chatted happily, heads close.
Hemma said, “So, you are in Renovik?”
“Oh, no.I have been selling hot dogs at a stand in the capitol for the last two years.”
“What?”
Zephyr pressed a finger to her lips.“I am hiding.”
“From what?”
“Uh.A guy?”She winced.
Hemma blinked.“Really?Which one?”
Zephyr rubbed her forehead.“Do you listen to music?”
“Yeah.It isn’t Ekron, is it?”
“Oh, god, no.Have you heard a band called Trisk?”
“Yeah.They are hot.Their music is easy to move to.Is he in the band?”
Zephyr groaned.“He is the band.He’s a three-in-one.Three manifestations that can become one body.Or one body that can become three manifestations.Take your pick.”
Hemma flipped through her com and grinned.Music started playing about a woman who turned into the elements and made lightning weak.
