She huffed off, motioning for her cloaked ‘coven’ to follow her. They left in a flurry of black cloaks that were sure to give them heat strokes eventually.
“Sorry about her, Canton,” Ty said. “She just wants to prove herself. Though, we’re all wondering what you’re going to do about it if it’sherin the well.”
By her Ty meant Sharon Claudis. I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t afraid of her name. I wasn’t handing any of my power over to a dead shebear.
“Gonna trap her, if you must know, oh fearless leader of the glitter bunnies,” I rolled my eyes.
“I guess that’s all I’m going to get out of you,” Ty sighed.
“We take care of our own stuff here. We keep you all fed. What more could you want?” I asked him.
“Less of a divide between farm and city shifters?” Ty teased.
“Then adjust your ways to match ours,” I shrugged. “This farm has been run more or less the same way since I became a shifter, Ty. We do it my way for a reason. We’re the best fed territory on this side of the Atlantic. If I were a bit less humble I might say on Earthside, but since I share with other groups when their needs arise, that wouldn’t be entirely accurate.”
“We appreciate what you do, Canton. We just don’t appreciate the murders,” Ty said.
“Well, neither do we and Sharon Claudis didn’t grow up here on the farm. Neither did Dewie and his ladies. Seems your problems have found their way to my farm, if you want to betechnical and picky about it, Ty,” I said and shoved my hands in my pockets.
Inside my boots, fur sprouted between my toes. My rabbit wanted to kick him a good one. For the most part, Ty and I got on fine, but sometimes the old adage about not nagging the rabbit that feeds your shifters seemed to slip his mind.
“Touche.”
“Well, you best be off makin’ sure that girl of yours is actually goin’ home, huh?”
“Have a good day, Canton,” Ty said, walking away.
“I hope the day you deserve finds you,” I called back.
“Trying to salt my land,”my rabbit grumbled inside my thoughts.
Chapter 23
Nashen
Canton Valley Farm
The others would kick me square in my furry ass if they knew what I was up to. Bernard was taking a post romping nap and Diamond had taken Bree out to the lake. They were debating whether or not to build a nest at our house. I thought they should because I didn’t think Diamond was going anywhere until she figured out how to get rid of Ferrick for good. That dragoness held a grudge and for good reason.
Still, I found myself upstairs in the room filled with climbing towers with the page torn from Pras Moonscale’s book. With all the talk about Sharon Claudis being in the well and how we might be able to lock her in, I couldn’t stop thinking about the one person I knew who was able to lock people under the ground better than anyone else I’d ever met. If Pami wanted revenge and a redemption arc like some movie supervillain this was her one and only shot.
Diamond and Clarence would probably kick my ass if they knew I was about to undo their hard work. Sure, Pami wasn’t mentally well and she had killed since she died, but she wanted Sharon Claudis to suffer. Being locked underground instead of running around to kill her relatives sounded like a good way to ensure she suffered. Maybe then Pami would finally move on and rest.
“Easy does it,”my lynx whispered.“Just a bit off that o looking one. We don’t want to let Ferrick out. His scaley ass can just stay in there.”
“Pami,” I whispered at the paper. “Can you hear me?”
“I can hear you! Nashen! Nashen! I can hear you, brother!” she shouted back to me.
“Shut up, you stupid little cunny!” Ferrick roared.
“Blow it out your ass, you washed up hasbeen! No one even liked you when you were a current event!” Pami shouted back at the dragon. “Now you’re just a faded old hag jealous because his mate dicked everyone down except for him!”
“Pami! Focus! I need your help!”
Both spirits went quiet for a second. Then Ferrick spoke before I could.
“Help you say? Help the one who carries the bastard’s descendant? HA! Ouch! Don’t pinch me! Who do you think you are? You and your bony little bitch ghost fingers!”
