Cordelia told us to sit wherever we wanted as she hurried into the back. I sat at one of the small tables and raised an eyebrow at Kael until he sat down. A smile cracked my face to see the gruff shifter at the delicate tea table with a rose-patterned porcelain cup in front of him.
After a glance over my shoulder to ensure Cordelia was still in the back, I leaned forward. "So, why is it you dislike witches so much?"
Cordelia, while a bit on edge, seemed perfectly nice to me.
Kael's eyebrows lowered, and he didn't break his stare from the doorway Cordelia had disappeared through. "A witch cast a hex on me once. It lasted an entire month."
A witch put a hex on him? That sounded terrible. "What was the hex?"
"Every time I shifted that month, I would change into a kitten instead of my jaguar."
I waited for him to tell me he was joking, but his tone was completely serious. A giggle bubbled up my throat and I pressed a hand to my mouth. He finally glanced at me, his expression less than friendly.
"I'm sorry," I choked out. It was a struggle to get my laughter under control. Every time I thought I was fine, an image of Kael shrinking into a tiny kitten had me laughing all over again.
Kael growled.
I held my hands up in surrender as I leaned back into my chair. "Sorry. I'm sure your tiny, razor-blade kitten claws were very helpful."
I allowed myself another laugh and finally managed to rein it in as Cordelia returned with the tea and the scones.
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The Cursed Key
FantasiaA forgotten past, a dark mage, and an unyielding curse. Another team beat free-spirited archaeologist Olivia Perez to the dig of a lifetime, and now she's left with the choice to wait for scraps or brave a dangerous, dusty tomb in hopes of finding o...
