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I’d seen djinns tear dragons to pieces.
I was lucky to still have my dick.
“Well, yeah,” was his grumbled response. He put the djinn on my lap—she seemed to need to be held, but I was still completely unnerved—and then scootched himself off the bed. “Where’s your phone?” he demanded after looking around the corners of my room as if he fully expected a landline phone to be in any of them.
I sighed and pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and threw it at him. “Push ‘send’ to dial,” I instructed.
“How do you turn it on?” he grumbled with frustration.
I had a deadly creature trembling on my lap, but somehow Murtagh was able to make my exasperation stronger than my worry. “Swipe up.”
“Huh?”
I looked up at the ceiling. “Take your finger, press it on the screen, and swipe up.”
“Wait, I think I got it.” He looked over the screen and fiddled around, the sides of his mouth pulled into a frown. Apparently, he didn’t get it. “Does this make calls? I just see boxes!”
Zazie was now hiccupping and shivering; she was making me feel really badly for her, and that was an uncomfortable position.
With my familiars being the exception, I didn’t often feel ‘badly’ for people. I had lived among the most awful type of humans for the last thousand years, and when something bad happened to one of them, it was normally easy to shrug it off and go, ‘Que Sera Sera’ and move on to the next human.
But damn it, Zazie was in a bad situation. I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to come into the sudden realization that I wasn’t a dragon, for example. She was living out a nightmare.
Thus, I was living out a nightmare, and Murtagh’s luddite tendencies weren’t exactly helping.
“Just give it to me,” I demanded, putting out my hand. He gave me a number to dial, and I put it on speakerphone.
As it was ringing, I looked at him peevishly. “What do you think this person knows?”
Murtagh was pulling on his pants as he huffed angrily. “I don’t know!” he snapped. “All I know is that she seems to know everything about everyone. If she doesn’t know, she might know someone who does! She’s that witch I mentioned to you earlier. The one that gave me that list for opening a gate back to Daconia.”
“She?” for some reason, the fact that we were calling a female felt suspect.
I’ll be the first to admit, I didn’t normally surround myself with women unless I was planning to fuck them or if I was selling something to them.
In fact, out of all the women on the planet, the creature on my lap possessed the most of my respect, even if that was because she had the ability to steal from right under my nose, and that was no delicate undertaking. And she knew her gems.
A woman did not answer the phone on the other line. “Well, hello.”
The voice on the other end was, in fact, somehow unsettling. It was confident, masculine, had a Southern accent, but there was something to it that struck me as eerie. I imagined this was how FBI people felt when they were interviewing serial killers.
And the male seemed to know who was calling. “Don’t worry about how rude it is to be calling at two a.m.,” he added. The casual phrasing should have made the voice feel a little warmer, maybe, but listening to him still unsettled me with the feeling of ice bolting through my veins. “I assume that you’re the dragon she’s been hiding, and you don’t know any better, having been raised in a cave.”
If Murtagh was confused or disturbed by the voice, then he hid it very well. He glared at the phone and gruffly grunted, “Where’s Wendy?”
The male voice drawled crisply. “I don’t see how that’s any concern of yours—get back into the corner!” he snapped at someone on his side of the connection before turning his attention back to us. “I’m afraid she can’t help you at the moment; we’re in the middle of something.”
“It’s an emergency,” Murtagh assured flatly.
The male voice on the other line made a skeptical sound, and his tone was far from sympathetic. “It’s always an emergency. With you, with Lycans, with goblins, with demons, with vampires, with girls with boy problems, and with boys who fall in love with her at parties because she stuffs her tongue down the throat of anyone with a dick and a pulse. Everybody has an emergency.”
Zazie finally stopped hiccupping and stared at the phone with narrowed eyes. She then looked up at me and mouthed, ‘What?’ seeming to be incredulous that any and all of the creatures the voice had just casually listed existed. I was also surprised, but for different reasons. Firstly, I had never known any of those creatures could have alliances with each other.
But secondly, the simplicity with which the voice had put it out there was so off-putting. How was there anyone that moved in so many groups? And how was Murtagh able to find this person?
“My mate turned out to be a djinn. I need advice,” he said succinctly. There was silence on the other end for a minute, and eventually Murtagh added, “And if it makes you feel any better, Wendy’s never stuffed her tongue down my throat.”
There was an exhausted sigh followed by a rattling round over the line.
