Sadie straightened. “Me?”
“You did it.”
Her blue eyes widened innocently. “Did what?”
“You drugged me.”
“I would never.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
“I smile all the time.”
Grievance continued to glare at her feigned innocence while Rowen leaned across the counter to whisper to Milo, apparently forgetting that Grievance’s superior hearing caught every word anyway.
“So?”
“So what?” Milo said immediately, turning pink.
“C’mon. Tell me a little. Was it worth it?”
“Rowen.”
“Just asking—how many dicks does a dragon have?”
“Rowen!”
Grievance allowed himself a smile at the way his mate was flushing harder than the baker’s stupid hair.
Rowen caught it, and his eyes went wide as he looked back and forth between them.
“Oh, my gods! It was a joke, but did you really—!?”
“WE ARE LEAVING.”
Milo grabbed Grievance by the arm and dragged him toward the door while Rowen and Sadie dissolved into laughter behind them.
“See you tonight!” Rowen called.
Milo shoved open the door and dragged him through it. But not before Grievance glanced back.
Sadie winked at him.
He pointed two fingers at his eyes and then at hers.
She blew him a kiss.
Yep. She was definitely the mastermind.
Back home, Pip had apparently established a curriculum.
“No. Like this!”
Grievance stopped chopping carrots, and Milo paused stirring the stew so they could both look into the sitting room.
Pip stood in the center of the rug with his front legs raised high. His little blue body puffed as large as it could manage while he exposed his fangs.
“HISSSSS!”