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She didn’t say anything after that, prompting Domenico to ask, “What’s the joke?”
Misty bit her lip. “It’s not kid-friendly, though.”
When he looked down at her, Domenico saw Misty’s eyes darting here and there, as if they were about to be attacked anytime. Suppressing a smile, Domenico tried to sound more concerned than amused as he asked, “Is something bothering you?”
She shook her head quickly, not wanting Domenico to think she was a wimp. Pasting an overly bright smile on her face, she said, “I can tell you the joke now.”
His lips met in a thin line. She spoke the words exactly like the kid in Sixth Sense as he was about to confess his ability to see dead people. Domenico thought about reminding her that he was over six foot tall, experienced in battle, and was virtually the strongest werewolf of his entire race. And yet here was his wife, scared of the shadows around them.
Breathe, Moretti. Misty would be hurt if she realized he was laughing at her fears. When he was sufficiently in control, he murmured, “Go ahead then.”
Misty said, “One day, when the mom of Little Big Dick—-”
Domenico choked. Little Big Dick?
Misty blinked at him. “What?”
Domenico cleared his throat. “Err, nothing. Go on.”
She tossed him an odd look – one that had him nearly choking again – before speaking. “Okay, so one day, when the mom of Little Big Dick was still pregnant with him, her husband – Little Big Dick’s father - wanted to, umm...” She paused, her cheeks turning red.
“Have sex?”
Misty looked relieved. “Yes, that. At first, Mrs. Dick refused, saying it might be bad for the baby but Mr. Dick says, ‘No, it’s going to be okay.’ So they do it, and as they make love, he tells her, ‘It feels good, doesn’t it?’ This happens several times, with Mrs. Dick saying no, then Mr. Dick insisting it’s okay.”
Misty suddenly giggled.
Domenico wasn’t surprised, now used to Misty always laughing at her own jokes even before she was done delivering the punch line. But when she kept giggling, he told her exasperatedly, “Do you mind finishing the joke?”
“Oops, sorry.” Still giggling a bit, Misty said, “The day came that Mrs. Dick finally gave birth and it was a healthy baby boy. When Little Big Dick came out into the world, he went to his dad immediately. Little Big Dick then asked—-”
Domenico was startled when Misty suddenly poked his forehead several times. “What the fuck?”
As she poked her husband’s forehead, Misty said in an irritated voice, pretending to be Little Big Dick, “-Do you think this feels good, huh, Dad? Does that feel good? Huh, huh, huh?”
Domenico laughed, the deep tenor of his amusement blending with his wife’s giggles—-which was suddenly cut short.
“Oh my God,” Misty whispered.
His wife had turned into a block of ice next to him, and when Domenico followed her gaze, he, too, became still.
Chapter Three
Not looking at her husband, Misty whispered between barely moving lips, “That’s -—I mean, she’s – what I’ve been seeing, following us all this time.” Misty gulped, unable to take her gaze off the wild-looking woman in front of them. The woman seemed naked and not naked at the same time, her body the shade of bronze, while her most private parts were covered with something metal-like – something that also appeared to be a part of her body.
Domenico gripped his wife’s hand tightly. A jinn. He wondered if Misty emitted some kind of strange scent that had all kinds of races coming to her. First there were the Faeries, who most of them had thought extinct. And now a jinn? Who knew they even existed to this day? He thought the vampires had hunted them down to extinction.
“Do you have a wish?”
The woman had spoken, her voice a mixture of rusty and seductive, like a rarely-played melody that was near impossible to resist dancing to.
“Don’t answer.” Misty jerked when she suddenly felt Domenico’s hot breath next to her ear. “She’s a jinn, sweetheart. Everything they offer always comes with a catch.”
Misty, still looking at the woman, whispered to Domenico, “But she didn’t come from a lamp.”
Domenico’s lips slowly compressed.
Just as slowly, the woman blinked.
Misty wasn’t as slow. It didn’t take a genius to figure out when she was being laughed at by her own husband – and that the jinn was close to doing the same thing. She said defensively, “Aladdin’s came from a lamp.”
Domenico rolled his eyes at her, unable to help it.
The woman – the jinn – remained quiet, but her gaze was even more intent, as if she couldn’t determine what kind of creature Misty was. But when she spoke, all she said was, “Wish?”
Domenico was about to turn the woman down when the woman spoke again, and this time her next words had both Domenico and Misty reacting.
