had
in tow. She practically purred as she saw Killian behind me.
“Is it chilly in here?” she asked as she leaned
strategically on the counter, “because I think I could use some wood on this
fire.”
“Lacy…” I warned.
“What can I do you for, Mister?” she asked Killian.
“I had wondered why Maggie had never allowed me to
accompany her inside,” said Killian, taking Lacy's hands in his. “I can see
she was frightened I might choose never to leave.”
They stared deep into one another's eyeballs without
breaking contact. I would have lost this staring contest due to the fact I
couldn't have kept my eyes from rolling.
He slowly traced Lacy’s arm with his finger as he spoke.
She was eating it up with a spoon, “Maggie and I were just discussing certain aspects
of werewolf mating rituals.”
“I hear only the alphas are allowed to mate,” said Lacy.
A devilish smile crept its way across Killian's face, “What
do you think of alphas?”
“I think every now and then a girl likes to be grabbed by
the scruff of the neck and tossed around a little.”
I cleared my throat, “This is really uncomfortable…”
“Maggie and I wanted to do some research, talk to someone
with real knowledge about such things, but realized we do not know any
werewolves. Would you happen to know any werewolves? Perhaps one we could
talk to?”
“Just let me get my keys,” said Lacy. She walked over to
her desk drawer and grabbed out a great big iron ring. She gave me a look and
said, “Maggie, you keep this partner around. I like him. Much better than you
just showing up and begging me to let you into a high security area of the
prison to talk to a werewolf. That was your plan, right?”
“That was the plan.”
She shook her head, “You need to work on your approach. I
haven’t seen you since before you dropped off that genie bottle and
disappeared."
"You weren't working that day!" I protested.
"Makes me start thinking you only stop by when you
need something,” She came around the end of the counter and gave Killian a good
old look up and down, smiling like he was chocolate cake à la mode and it was
her birthday, “Although you can stop by anytime YOU need something..."
She opened up the door to the prison, “After you.”
Killian seemed only too pleased to oblige her, giving her a
view of his best side.
Lacy hiked up her boys and followed.
As we walked deeper and deeper into the prison, I tried to
make some small talk. You know, to remind Lacy that I was here, too.
“What ended up happening to that genie? Is he locked up in
a can somewhere?”
“Abad?” she asked.
I shrugged, "Is that his name? I was a little more
focused on trying to make sure he didn't squash me."
Lacy waved me off, "Abad ain't bad for a genie. You
know, once you get to know him. We used one of our three wishes to make him
tell the truth. Turns out he didn’t steal the necklace, so we let him go.”
I stopped dead in the hallway, “That would have been some
nice information to have had passed along to me, seeing as how I’m the one who imprisoned
him.”
“Don’t get your leathers in a bunch, Maggie,” said Lacy.
“You can handle a genie.”
Killian nodded sagely, “I have the utmost faith in your
skills of genie avoidance.”
“Whose side are you on?”
Lacy shook her head, “Listen, we’re not complete idiots. The
witch found her necklace and dropped all charges.”
“Really? So, that means I could have stopped looking for
the necklace?”
“Well, maybe if you dropped by every now and then I could
get you up to speed.”
“I was busy. Trying to track down a brimstone necklace.
That a genie supposedly had stolen. A genie who is now wandering around and
really pissed that I stuck him in a bottle!”
“It’s FINE, Maggie. We used our second wish to send Abad back
to the Dark Dimension.”
“And what did you use for your third wish?” I
in tow. She practically purred as she saw Killian behind me.
“Is it chilly in here?” she asked as she leaned
strategically on the counter, “because I think I could use some wood on this
fire.”
“Lacy…” I warned.
“What can I do you for, Mister?” she asked Killian.
“I had wondered why Maggie had never allowed me to
accompany her inside,” said Killian, taking Lacy's hands in his. “I can see
she was frightened I might choose never to leave.”
They stared deep into one another's eyeballs without
breaking contact. I would have lost this staring contest due to the fact I
couldn't have kept my eyes from rolling.
He slowly traced Lacy’s arm with his finger as he spoke.
She was eating it up with a spoon, “Maggie and I were just discussing certain aspects
of werewolf mating rituals.”
“I hear only the alphas are allowed to mate,” said Lacy.
A devilish smile crept its way across Killian's face, “What
do you think of alphas?”
“I think every now and then a girl likes to be grabbed by
the scruff of the neck and tossed around a little.”
I cleared my throat, “This is really uncomfortable…”
“Maggie and I wanted to do some research, talk to someone
with real knowledge about such things, but realized we do not know any
werewolves. Would you happen to know any werewolves? Perhaps one we could
talk to?”
“Just let me get my keys,” said Lacy. She walked over to
her desk drawer and grabbed out a great big iron ring. She gave me a look and
said, “Maggie, you keep this partner around. I like him. Much better than you
just showing up and begging me to let you into a high security area of the
prison to talk to a werewolf. That was your plan, right?”
“That was the plan.”
She shook her head, “You need to work on your approach. I
haven’t seen you since before you dropped off that genie bottle and
disappeared."
"You weren't working that day!" I protested.
"Makes me start thinking you only stop by when you
need something,” She came around the end of the counter and gave Killian a good
old look up and down, smiling like he was chocolate cake à la mode and it was
her birthday, “Although you can stop by anytime YOU need something..."
She opened up the door to the prison, “After you.”
Killian seemed only too pleased to oblige her, giving her a
view of his best side.
Lacy hiked up her boys and followed.
As we walked deeper and deeper into the prison, I tried to
make some small talk. You know, to remind Lacy that I was here, too.
“What ended up happening to that genie? Is he locked up in
a can somewhere?”
“Abad?” she asked.
I shrugged, "Is that his name? I was a little more
focused on trying to make sure he didn't squash me."
Lacy waved me off, "Abad ain't bad for a genie. You
know, once you get to know him. We used one of our three wishes to make him
tell the truth. Turns out he didn’t steal the necklace, so we let him go.”
I stopped dead in the hallway, “That would have been some
nice information to have had passed along to me, seeing as how I’m the one who imprisoned
him.”
“Don’t get your leathers in a bunch, Maggie,” said Lacy.
“You can handle a genie.”
Killian nodded sagely, “I have the utmost faith in your
skills of genie avoidance.”
“Whose side are you on?”
Lacy shook her head, “Listen, we’re not complete idiots. The
witch found her necklace and dropped all charges.”
“Really? So, that means I could have stopped looking for
the necklace?”
“Well, maybe if you dropped by every now and then I could
get you up to speed.”
“I was busy. Trying to track down a brimstone necklace.
That a genie supposedly had stolen. A genie who is now wandering around and
really pissed that I stuck him in a bottle!”
“It’s FINE, Maggie. We used our second wish to send Abad back
to the Dark Dimension.”
“And what did you use for your third wish?” I
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