Page 117 of The Slayer Seduction

“I will turn you losers into winners,” the Slayer tells them.

“You can’t say that out loud,” I groan at him, but he completely ignores me, and I watch in amazement as he has his Mighty Ducks moment with these guys.

They don’t even seem to mind when he tells them their form is shit, or when he brings up vampires. All they care about is being good, and sure enough, he brings them to victory.

He comes out of the whole ordeal with an axe trophy and two days of the week position to help teach the art of axe throwing.

“Do you think our Iris will be proud?”

“Of course she will,” I assure him as we get home.

We’ve been doing a better job of teleporting less, only when necessary. It’s been an adjustment for the Slayer, treating this life like it won’t be so short. We can walk, enjoy good weather, or sometimes suffer in the Louisiana humidity, but we’re alive.

When we open the door to the apothecary, Iris is bottling a few things up at the front desk. She greets us with a wide smile.

“You are mated to a champion,” the Slayer tells her, sliding the trophy over the counter where Iris inspects it.

“Tell her about the job.”

“Oh, and I got a part-time job.”

Iris gasps in excitement. “You did. Did you make friends too?”

“I would not go that far. Those mortals were especially weak. I think I’d rather stick to the wolves.”

Iris exhales, but gives him a nod. “I’m so proud of you.”

The Slayer is boosting with pride as he gives her a dramatic kiss.

“Alright, I need some time to finish my commission.”

“You will not hog her all night, Adam.”

“I won’t.”

Easy as breathing, we swap places, and I steal a kiss from our witch.

“He really enjoyed it?” she asks, hopeful. She’s always worried that the Slayer won’t find his footing in this world. He just needs some more time.

“He did. You should have seen them all. It was like he was their axe throwing god.”

“I am an axe throwing god,” the Slayer boasts between us.

“So when are you going to show me this commissioned piece? You know I haven’t seen anything besides what was in your old apartment,” Iris says, finishing up her work as I rub the back of my neck.

“You can see it. Might as well summon Scarlett too.”

Iris’ brows furrow but she does just that.

“I was in the middle of a serious hunt. This better be good,” Scarlett complains.

“Adam is going to finally show us his art piece,” Iris says, and Scarlett looks at me with interest.

“The one you’ve been sulking over in a corner, staring at me like some creep while I watch my shows?”

“That would be the one.”

“Well then let’s see it.”