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“Can you tell me how this will go? Will I be required to do anything?”
He looked around before leaning to whisper, “Honestly, this is the first time I’ve attended anything like it.”
“I thought you had a Fate Dice roll?”
“Yes, but not in such a matter as this. Usually there’s only one party, not two. And the one party can request three things.”
“Three? What will you request?”
He regarded her. “Do away with the right-hand rule is one.”
She widened her eyes. “Mah-Mah won’t like that.”
“She’ll get her own three requests.”
Beth looked all around them. “Where is she?”
“Maybe stranded in the swamp.”
She shoved his arm at hearing he hoped as much. “You think she’s not coming?”
“That’s highly unlikely.”
“All of this right-hand stuff has caused enough commotion to fill an ocean. Whichever way this turns out, I can still be your right hand when you’re home.”
“No, Ma-Petite, I will beyourright hand when I’m home.”
She smiled at the way he kept leaning in to kiss her cheek. She warned sweetly, “I may fight you on that one.” She whispered quietly, “Do they have any marriage dice for settling disputes?” The slow raise of his brow made her grin in mischief.
“What sort of disputes would these marriage dice solve, Ma-Petite?”
She sucked in a slow breath, excitement skittering through her. “I see where you’re going.”
“Do you? Maybe we should create some Karma Sutra Dice.”
“Oh my God, can youimagine?” she giggled.
“Yes, I can. Explicitly.”
“They’re coming,” she whispered, nodding at the Auditors.
The Grand Oratrice lady banged the gavel and brought order to the room as everybody found their seat.
“Will the parties for The Gauntlet Trials dispute come forward.”
Bishop took her hand and they both walked to the large half-round table. “Mah-Mah doesn’t seem to be here,” he announced.
They mumbled again in French, making Beth wish she knew more than just a few words. The owl mask faced them again. “Can you call her, sha?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Beth watched out of the corner of her eye as Bishop pulled his phone out and texted her. The room was terribly quiet as he waited for a response before muttering “Mon Dieu,” and hitting the phone sign then putting it to his ear.
Bishop suddenly turned his back to the Auditors and whispered into the phone. More French. His incredulous tone and the Mon Dieus had her curiosity burning. He let out a soft “Ahhhh…” then jumped into more of his sexy Cajun tongue, his sarcasm clearly heard in the up and down tempo. Then he hung up and faced the Auditors. “Claudette seems to have…forgottenabout our meeting and says to go on without her. Shetrustsme.”
Oh boy. His bridled fury at that final bit had her strangling her own fingers clasped before her. Maybe they’d just throw it out. Call it all off.
“Meh, that leaves just you and the little wife. What are your three requests regarding the Gauntlet Trials, Little Bishop?”
