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Fen snarled and thrashed, scrabbling at her to pull her off. The house filled with roaring laughter. He finally got a good hold on her and yanked Astrid off his shoulders. Restraining her with one arm, he pawed at his nose. “Shit, that smells awful up close. I’m not going to be able to smell properly for a week, you bitch.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “That’s for calling it smelly.”
Fen complained some more. I only felt a slight twinge of sympathy for him, since I now, too, had to adjust to a far more sensitive nose.
“You need to be put on a leash until you learn to behave,” Fen said.
Astrid grinned wickedly. “It’s you, Fluffy, that needs a leash.”
A peculiar red ribbon appeared in her hands.I wonder what that is.Whatever it was, it had Fen’s eyes bugging out. “No. No, you did not remember how to use that spell.”
Her grin didn’t waver. “Sure did. And I’m thinking it’s finally time I teach someone else how to make this.”
Fen’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’m thinking Dahlia or Frey would beveryinterested in learning.”
Fen paused, thinking about it. Actually thinking about it. “No.”
“Too bad. You don’t get a say.” Astrid then noticed us standing in the foyer and her eyes lit up. “Hey! How did magical-girl training go?”
Bjarke laughed, and my brow raised. “What?”
She held up a hand, as best as she could with Fen still restraining her. “Azzie compared Berserkers to magical girls, so I say your transformation into a dragon is similar.”
Fen looked at Bjarke. “Are you really okay with this comparison? If you know what a magical girl is.”
Bjarke snorted. “Alecia is obsessed with magical girls.”
Astrid’s eyebrow quirked up. “I’m surprised a bajillion-year-old wolf like yourself, Fluffy, knows that kind of pop-culture reference.”
“I’m notthatold,” Fen grumbled, pulling on Astrid’s ear. “And I know, because Dahlia is a walking pop-culture computer. Though, knowing what I do of that reference, there’s no way someone like him is going to agree with what you said.”
“I demand a magical butterfly wand,” Bjarke said.
“Only if you wear a schoolgirl uniform,” Astrid said.
“In bear form.”
“Wearing knee-high boots.”
Bjarke grinned. “Deal.”
The room filled with laughter, while Fen just blinked stupidly.
“You don’t think that image is funny, Diego?” Astrid said when she noticed I hadn’t joined in.
I pursed my lips. “I mean, him as he is does create an entertaining image, but he mentioned bear form, and I haven’t seen a transformed Berserker, so I’m not sure what that adds.”
Bjarke whipped off his shirt. “Well, let’s fix that. But first, making sure my wife doesn’t get pissed I ruined another shirt.”
He dropped the clothing on the floor along with a watch he removed from his wrist. His face twisted into a snarl as he sucked in a deep breath. He actually snarled before his body grew hairy and larger before my eyes. A moment later, a huge bi-pedal brown bear stared me down.
Astrid being Astrid, she wiggled her fingers, and a magical-girl outfit illusioned onto his body. Bjarke struck a classic pose.
The wall became my support as I held my sides and laughed harder than I had in a while. Astrid snapped a photo of Bjarke before dropping the illusion, and he transformed back.
“Did you get a photo of Davyn seeing you for the first time?” Bjarke asked.
