Callista isn't exactly the best in the business. When it comes to being a cupid, she struggles, and her snarky little lovebird pixie assistant isn't any help. She's already in hot water with her boss and has to make her monthly quota by the cupids'...
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I gawk at the stack of three file boxes. How can there be that many Timbers with the same name?
"Are you sure these are all Timber Lynn Keesl, that live in Hammon City, Massachusetts?" I ask, dumbfounded.
The male Fate nods.
I sigh and go to pick up one of the boxes just as a spindly spider pixie crawls up and over the top.
I screech, falling back into Ruin. Her slender black legs gleam under the fluorescent lights as her four eyes narrow on me. "I checked them. Personally."
The male fate scoops her up and sets her on his shoulder. "I don't think she meant to insult you, Camellia."
Camellia's four eyes blink slightly out of cinque, making me shiver.
"Just like I don't think she means to insult me, by curling her lip in disgust at you," he adds on.
Guilt makes me shrink back. Behind me, Ruin nudges me. I know what he's expecting of me, and reluctantly, I mutter, "Sorry," as I grab the top box and pull it off the stack.
Ruin elbows past me to grab the other two boxes, "Arachnophobia, am I right?" He chuckles as he backs away.
The male Fate and his female counterpart, who maintains the front desk, give him an unamused stare. They clearly don't think the fear of spiders and finding their pixies creepy as fuck are the same thing.
"Anyway, thank you all for your diligence, and we'll get these back to you as soon as possible," He tells them as he nods for me to leave.
Camellia taps one of her legs on the Fate's shoulder as I back out of the room.
When we reach the long hall, Ruin lets out a long, low groan. "Next time I have to come to Sortis, remind me not to bring you."
"I told you I didn't want to come!" I snap. I don't mean to be rude, but those damn pixies freak me the fuck out.
When we return to my place, we set the boxes on the table. It groans under the weight.
"You know I'm shocked," Ruin says as he backs away from the table and leans against the counter behind him.
"Right! Me too," I huff and flip the top of the box open. It's completely jammed-packed. "Who knew there were this many Timbers in the city."
"No," Ruin shakes his head. "I meant about Poppy."
"Poppy?" I scowl and look up at him. "What about Poppy?"
"You left her with that guy, and you're not dying to get to her. When we lived together you wouldn't even trust me enough to leave the room without her."
"It's not like she's been out of sight out of mind." I know I'm incredibly protective of her, and I can't explain why I trust Mr. Son with her, but something tells me she's just as safe with him as she is with me. "And she's older, ya know. When we were together she was just a baby. Now she's somewhere around elementary school age now. Maybe early adolescents."
