actually wants to wear cream to the wedding, which is far too close to white; they drink cocktails before noon; they use appallingly bad language—”
Kelly waved her hand impatiently to cut off the verbal torrent. “No. Did you get any useful information about their history as jewel thieves? Anything about the Dragonsblood?”
“Of course not. Why would he tell me anything like that?”
“Did you even try? You’re the one who’s desperate to wrap this up and get home to her fiancé.”
“No, I did not try. There wouldn’t have been any point. He’s too loyal to them.” But Teresa looked guilty as she said that.
“You mean you were too busy enjoying the excuse to sit there and complain to someone who doesn’t get up and walk away when you go off on your tirades,” Kelly said irritably. “Because he can’t. Because it’s his job to sit there and keep an eye on you. So stop abusing him.” She turned around and stalked off.
Going several days without sex with Gabriel was making her surprisingly itchy and irritable.
“For your information, Winthrop actually agrees with everything I say!” Teresa yelled after her. Always had to have the last word.
Fine, Kelly thought wearily, it wasn’t worth arguing with Teresa about this. She was starting to get another headache without even using her powers.
Chapter Thirteen
That night, the whole family went out to dinner at a North Lyndvale restaurant called the North Pole. North Lyndvale featured restaurants and entertainment that was ice-themed, since the ice dragons lived there. There were skating rinks that were open year round, there were ice dragon ice-hockey teams, and there was a snow park where children could go and make snow forts and throw snowballs at each other.
The North Pole featured an ice-sculpture dinner show, in which ice dragon sculptors on a stage created gorgeous crystal structures and juggled ice bubbles and tossed ice spears at each other. The stage had a North Pole theme, with icicles dripping from the ceiling. The ice dragons were in human form, wearing white-and-blue spandex costumes with sparkly scales on them.
Emerson had gotten permission from his probation officer to leave the castle grounds for the evening, as long as he was home before 10 p.m.
“Tabitha,” Kelly said, as they looked over the menu.
“Yes, dear?”
“Some of the silverware seems to have accidentally fallen into your purse.”
“I’m sure it didn’t,” Tabitha said, blinking innocently.
Kelly looked up from the menu with an expression of polite disbelief. “Put it back, so Gabriel doesn’t have to waste his time coming back here with the silverware tomorrow,” she said, and kept staring at Tabitha until she finally reached into her purse with a martyred sigh and put the silverware back on the table.
Gabriel had his hand over his mouth and was laughing so hard that tears filled his eyes and leaked down his cheeks. Emerson was making strangling noises and hiding behind his menu, but his shoulders were shaking with merriment.
“And what do you think is so funny?” Tabitha asked Gabriel furiously. “You’re not too old for me to whip your tail, young man.” And then she shot out a small jet of flame and burned Emerson’s menu right out of his hands. Emerson didn’t try to hide it; he threw back his head and roared with laughter.
“Oh, mother. I haven’t seen anyone hand you your butt in ages. This is even better than the dinner show.”
“Rotten filthy pig swill!” Tabitha cursed, and her eyes turned bright red.
Gabriel and Kelly both looked up and stared at her, surprised by the vehemence in her voice. “Well, that’s a little strong,” Gabriel said mildly.
“Not you, although it certainly applies. Them. What on earth are they doing here?” Tabitha said, glancing towards the front of the stage. The Maplethorpes were there, glaring daggers at the Kingsley family.
Gabriel shrugged. “Who cares?” he said. “Maybe Pandora’s
Kelly waved her hand impatiently to cut off the verbal torrent. “No. Did you get any useful information about their history as jewel thieves? Anything about the Dragonsblood?”
“Of course not. Why would he tell me anything like that?”
“Did you even try? You’re the one who’s desperate to wrap this up and get home to her fiancé.”
“No, I did not try. There wouldn’t have been any point. He’s too loyal to them.” But Teresa looked guilty as she said that.
“You mean you were too busy enjoying the excuse to sit there and complain to someone who doesn’t get up and walk away when you go off on your tirades,” Kelly said irritably. “Because he can’t. Because it’s his job to sit there and keep an eye on you. So stop abusing him.” She turned around and stalked off.
Going several days without sex with Gabriel was making her surprisingly itchy and irritable.
“For your information, Winthrop actually agrees with everything I say!” Teresa yelled after her. Always had to have the last word.
Fine, Kelly thought wearily, it wasn’t worth arguing with Teresa about this. She was starting to get another headache without even using her powers.
Chapter Thirteen
That night, the whole family went out to dinner at a North Lyndvale restaurant called the North Pole. North Lyndvale featured restaurants and entertainment that was ice-themed, since the ice dragons lived there. There were skating rinks that were open year round, there were ice dragon ice-hockey teams, and there was a snow park where children could go and make snow forts and throw snowballs at each other.
The North Pole featured an ice-sculpture dinner show, in which ice dragon sculptors on a stage created gorgeous crystal structures and juggled ice bubbles and tossed ice spears at each other. The stage had a North Pole theme, with icicles dripping from the ceiling. The ice dragons were in human form, wearing white-and-blue spandex costumes with sparkly scales on them.
Emerson had gotten permission from his probation officer to leave the castle grounds for the evening, as long as he was home before 10 p.m.
“Tabitha,” Kelly said, as they looked over the menu.
“Yes, dear?”
“Some of the silverware seems to have accidentally fallen into your purse.”
“I’m sure it didn’t,” Tabitha said, blinking innocently.
Kelly looked up from the menu with an expression of polite disbelief. “Put it back, so Gabriel doesn’t have to waste his time coming back here with the silverware tomorrow,” she said, and kept staring at Tabitha until she finally reached into her purse with a martyred sigh and put the silverware back on the table.
Gabriel had his hand over his mouth and was laughing so hard that tears filled his eyes and leaked down his cheeks. Emerson was making strangling noises and hiding behind his menu, but his shoulders were shaking with merriment.
“And what do you think is so funny?” Tabitha asked Gabriel furiously. “You’re not too old for me to whip your tail, young man.” And then she shot out a small jet of flame and burned Emerson’s menu right out of his hands. Emerson didn’t try to hide it; he threw back his head and roared with laughter.
“Oh, mother. I haven’t seen anyone hand you your butt in ages. This is even better than the dinner show.”
“Rotten filthy pig swill!” Tabitha cursed, and her eyes turned bright red.
Gabriel and Kelly both looked up and stared at her, surprised by the vehemence in her voice. “Well, that’s a little strong,” Gabriel said mildly.
“Not you, although it certainly applies. Them. What on earth are they doing here?” Tabitha said, glancing towards the front of the stage. The Maplethorpes were there, glaring daggers at the Kingsley family.
Gabriel shrugged. “Who cares?” he said. “Maybe Pandora’s
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