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I looked at the table and saw a little bag. Murtagh and I exchanged expressions, our eyes full of questions we wanted to ask but didn’t, but then Murtagh slowly walked forward and cautiously picked up the bag.
“What is it?”
“Little Mama’s ‘T’en fais pas’ bath tea,” Murtagh read aloud from its label, frowning with confusion. He looked at the shadow quizzingly.
“Add that to a hot bath. Just have her soak in it a spell. She’ll be right as rain,” the shadow explained. “That shit’s hard to get, you know. Our shop sells out of it the first hour we get it up on the shelf. We’re having problems keeping any stock with them.” His raspy words were filled with pride, like he was being beyond gracious by giving us a sample.
I tried to imagine this creature as a shop purveyor and was really having trouble getting my brain to go there.
Still, after a short debate, I carried Zazie out of the room and towards another bedroom, into a bathroom with an empty tub, and filled it with warm water. We put the tea bag inside of it, and then I lowered her in.
She was shaking at first, her body trembling, but then we watched her settle. It was like watching a marshmallow melt and expand in a cup of cocoa. And even as we watched, her irises and her pupils returned back to her eyes. She looked like she was waking up out of a bad dream and settled her look on us as she curled her legs up to her breasts as if covering herself.
I had no idea why she’d bother to cover herself at all. Maybe she wasn’t certain that we’d fucked her thoroughly less than an hour ago. I certainly hadn’t forgotten; my dick didn’t care that she was a dragon-killing monster spawn. All it saw was what it saw when she walked into my mansion yesterday—the girl I wanted to put babies in.
What a disappointment. She still smelled amazing, still gave me goosebumps of pure pleasure, yet my mind knew better.
Her eyes were able to lock with my own. “Did I fall asleep?” she finally asked pointedly.
“No,” Murtagh assured her, seeming to force a smile, as if delivering some very bad news.
She seemed to let this land gracefully. “So. The eye thing?”
“Happened,” I admitted.
She raised her eyebrows. “And the sex?”
“Oh, that definitely happened.”
“That explains the way my asshole hurts, then,” she admitted, the corners of her mouth tugging down. “And the boogeyman?”
I sighed and answered, “Is probably waiting right outside, if he’s not in this bathroom watching and hiding himself.”
“And a witch and her handler are on the way,” Murtagh added. He was probably thinking that he might as well tell her all the news while she was in the bathtub. Apparently, the bath tea did work after all. “From what I understand, he might be a demon.”
I looked over at him with a hard expression. “They’d better know all about djinns, that’s all I can say,” I told him firmly. “It’s like you invited a whole circus in here!”
Zazie had undoubtedly heard about a possible demon coming to visit, but as I watched her, she was merely lying back in the oversized tub, looking comfortable. Like this was a normal bath, on a normal day, and we were in the middle of normal circumstances.
“Well, it’s been quite a day,” she mentioned flatly.
“It has been,” Murtagh nodded.
“Did you make me into a monster?” she asked pointedly.
“No!” Murtagh and I said at once, in the same defensive tone. My back straightened at the thought.
She nodded, seeming to take this in. “So this is just a part about me I’m discovering. Interesting.” She did say ‘interesting’ like our life had turned into a documentary about a murder spree. As if her life was now something she wanted to turn off.
If that was the case, then I perfectly understood the sensation. But there was no turning this off. We were in for the full ride.
We couldn’t get rid of her. We couldn’t! She was just a sweet, albeit thieving—little female. She smelled like home, she smelled like the first actual female we could pair with since we got to this realm. We might not see anyone like her for millennia, if ever at all.
Because there was a chance we were never going to get home. Murtagh had explained that he had a method written out for him, but the ingredients needed for that method contained stones that I didn’t think existed, and if they did, they were probably long forgotten about, settled deep in the earth somewhere.
Zazie looked up at the ceiling, relaxing, then hummed, “I should call my brother.”
Her brother was probably a djinn too, I thought to myself.
