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“Boring.” One of the little yellow creatures—what the fuck were they, some kind of goblin?—rolled his one big eye, then turned and nailed the other in the ass with a side kick.

“Pisshead!” the other cried, lunging for him.

“Be careful, you two,” Mads the gorgon called sternly as the kicker darted off toward the training ring and the other followed.

I watched in disbelief as they scrambled under the ropes and one climbed up the incubus’s back, clutching a big burgundy wing.

“What the—” Gabe’s head snapped around.

Then the other goblin—creature—whatever—followed and gripped the opposite wing, and both of them shrieked with laughter when Gabe flapped his wings hard to try and dislodge them.

“Get off me, you little shits!”

“Frank,” Biff barked, frowning with his hands on his hips. “Beans. Get down.”

Their short, thin legs sailed through the air as they clung to Gabe’s wings while he flapped them again. When they couldn’t be dislodged, he started spinning in a circle, trying to reach for them.

“Oh, Lucifer, get them off me! Their hands are all sticky! Why the fuck are your hands so sticky? Biff, help me!”

Biff growled and strode closer, reaching for either Frank or Beans—I didn’t know which was which.

Then he yanked his hand back with a snarl. “Ow, he bit me! Little shit.”

“No biting, you two!” Heidi bellowed, jumping up from the couch on her powerful goat legs.

Frank and Beans shrieked with laughter again as Gabe tensed up and flapped his wings as hard as possible. One of them lost his grip and went sailing high into the air with a delighted scream. He managed to grab onto the tarsal claw of a long leg dangling from a pipe, and there was a panicked squawk from the shadows as a mothperson suddenly swung down with the momentum and began to plummet to the ground.

“Beans!” they yelled, managing to get their huge moth wings working before they hit the floor. Beans was still dangling from their ankle, and wasn’t letting go no matter how hard they kicked. “Dude, not cool!”

Frank leaped from Gabe’s wing and grabbed onto Kit’s other ankle. The mothperson yelled and began flying in a big circle to try and shake them loose.

“Get ’em off me!” they shouted in panic.

Biff reached up and tried to grab one of them as Kit zoomed over the ring, but his big grey hand closed around nothing. He growled. “Stop fucking flying around then!”

Kit didn’t seem to be listening. They shot over the couch, and Carl hissed when a big yellow foot nailed him in the back of the head. Frank and Beans’ dangling legs wiped out several beakers on the kitchen counters, and one of them even intentionally kicked out to tip over a giant bag of protein, spilling powder everywhere.

Dan was cackling, lifting his head high in the air to get the best view of the chaos. Larkin was holding his phone up to film it. The royal fae who’d briefly introduced himself before returning to the treadmill tossed back his ponytail and glanced over his shoulder as he ran, his expression utterly unimpressed.

Seriously, was it too late to quit?

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I was somewhat dazed when Larkin finally delivered me back to my office, though I refused to show it.

So this is it, then, I thought as I thumped down into my desk chair and stared at my blank monitors. This is my new place of work. With… those people.

And Dan fucking Ewen.

Seriously, what were the fucking chances? I’d just assumed he was a personal trainer or something, seeing as he was so jacked. Not a professional wrestler. But I supposed his odd hours made more sense now. They held the wrestling here every night from Thursday to Sunday.

And now I’d be keeping the same hours. We’d probably end up leaving at the same time a lot. Pulling into our driveways simultaneously. I shuddered in horror.

After turning on my PC, I pulled my phone out of my bag and opened up the group chat with my buddies. We always changed our names to the characters we were currently playing in Humandatory. Right now, my guy was a middle-aged accountant called Terry.

There were already several texts waiting for me in there, wishing me luck on my first day at Goliaths. I quickly gave each of them a thumbs up before typing.

Rafe (Terry the Accountant): You’ll never guess who fucking works here.