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“Take it away!” Silas ordered him. “You, begone too. We don’t need to have a third wheel, or Killian’s spy, hovering over us!”
Pucker turned to me, looking miserable and angry. “I quit! I don’t need all the abuse! There’s no respect for the dead in this realm.”
“Take it easy, Pucker. Deep breaths.” I shrugged. “Just know that they don’t even respect the living.”
“Before I leave the show,” Pucker said, lifting his stubborn chin, “I must perform one last task.”
The ghost guardian waved his wand, and the house whisked away the rock-hard bread cubes and deposited a pot of steamy tea in front of Silas, leaving the lid open.
“Enjoy, Prince Silas of House of Shifters!” Pucker offered with a professional bow. “And you have two more minutes left.”
And he was gone.
Instantly, Silas started to sneeze. I sniffed the air and widened my eyes. The house had brought him strong wolfbane tea. Shifters were extremely allergic to wolfbane, and if you didn’t want a wolf to be on your tail, the best way was to spread wolfbane on the trail while carrying a bag of wolfbane powder on your person.
Killian must have had the house magic brew the most potent wolfbane he’d illegally gotten from the black market.
“What the fu—?” Silas couldn’t stop sneezing.
“Are you all right, sir?” I asked in fake concern, my voice husky.
The scent of wolfbane spread through the entire room in no time. Silas’s eyes turned bloodshot from the allergy, then he bent over and sneezed nonstop.
He had it bad!
“Whadd…the fu—fu…?” he tried to curse.
“I don’t follow, sir. Fu—fu what?” I asked, but now he could barely open his eyes. “Should we call Guardian Pucker back? If you have a cold, sir, I gotta get out of here! I don’t want you to pass the fucking cold to me. I might not be immune to shifter sicknesses, since I haven’t fully recovered from being kidnapped and tortured!”
You aren’t a human, Pucker chimed in my head. You’ll never catch a cold.
You can’t know that! I scolded him. And I don’t want Silas to know that either. Why are you still here? I thought you quit.
Silas tried to gaze at me, tried to speak, but he was too busy sneezing and fighting off the virus at the same time. A new plume of wolfbane steam floated into the air from the teapot. I had no intention of covering the lid though. It wasn’t my business.
“It’s not a cold.” He finally forced the words out.
The alarm blared in the room, and I clapped my hands over my ears. The door flew open, and the house hurled the shifter prince across the room and tossed him out while he was still sneezing like a monkey from Hell.
15
Pucker
When Prince Cade strolled out of the dating room of his own volition instead of being thrown out by the house magic, Barbie followed him in a lovely gown I’d picked for her.
She was gorgeous, even with her two-toned eyes narrowing, her bottom lip jutting out in displeasure, and her golden curls bouncing.
Every eye was trained on her with varying levels of desire. My mistress always commanded the room without trying. Pride beamed in my chest.
“That coffee was fucking awful,” Prince Cade said, running his teeth over the tip of his tongue to try to get rid of the taste. “I can’t believe Killian keeps that brand of coffee in the house.”
“Believe it, sir high mage,” Barbie deadpanned. “I drank a different kind. The coffee the house served you expired years ago. It must’ve grown mold.”
The mage prince looked incredulous before he spat out the taste and glared at Killian. “Asshole!”
Barbie nodded without sympathy. “Sir Killian wants to make sure none of you have a good time. If the coffee is good and fresh, you might never leave.”
“You should not tell Cade that, Barbie. That’s a house affair,” Prince Killian said, his storm-blue eyes shifting to sapphire, full of heat. “And why are you out? You have one more date to go.”
